Your birth and you, in your mouth a silver spoon.<\/p>\n
Your mama held and cradled you for the best.<\/p>\n
For you, she would walk our celestial moon.<\/p>\n
With her love, you grew a gold crown on your crest,<\/p>\n
But never thanked her for her time or love,<\/p>\n
Yet, your mama held and cradled you through your worst.<\/p>\n
When you cried and fought, she crooned and called you dove.<\/p>\n
She let you bless her shoulder with your wet tears.<\/p>\n
But you never thanked her for her time or love.<\/p>\n
You left her for a boy, her one and only fear.<\/p>\n
She warned you, “That boy is mean and deals drugs.”<\/p>\n
She let you bless her shoulder with your wet tears<\/p>\n
Each time you came back bruised with your heart mugged.<\/p>\n
Then you would leave her for him again and again,<\/p>\n
And she would warn, “That boy mean, he’ll hurt you drugged.”<\/p>\n
That last night, your mama found you hung and chained.<\/p>\n
Your birth and you, in your mouth a silver spoon.<\/p>\n
He left you there; your face of heaven white and drained.<\/p>\n
Your mama broke down and cursed the pale moon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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