songs without melody


May and her mama
February 10, 2010, 11:30 pm
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Mama was combing and brushing onĀ  my hair, but it felt more like pulling than anything.

She say You gon and look presentable now, don’t wanna hear about you lookin wild, like don’t nobody love you.

She hit a knot in my head and jerked that comb so hard that I felt and heard it rip, and couldn’t help but to cry. She say

Ain’t nothin to cry about, child. Life too easy for you. This ain’t nothin. Now hold still.

I sat thereĀ  as she yanked and tugged, and bit the inside of my lip so hard I tasted blood. I ain’t like to disappoint mama. It ain’t happen much, but still.

She finally finish and say

Now you look nice. Right presentable.

She pushed back some hair I couldn’t see.

Ain’t nobody gonna say nothin bout my baby girl, now. You even lookin a little pretty. Mama pat my cheek then, and I smile.

I look at her. Mama call me pretty. She was pretty all the time to me, but this were a different pretty. Her hair was all done like mine, her skin shiny shiny, and she had on a dress Pa gave her, one with tiny little flowers tied up with ribbon all over em. Her back and neck stretched long and high. This was gon be her defense.

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May and her mama
February 10, 2010, 11:12 pm
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Mama pulled on my hair rough, like it was a wild animal.

You gon look presentable now–don’t wanna hear bout you lookin wild, like nobody love you.

She hit a knot and she was pullin on it so hard that I could feel the skin lift off my head and hear the rip-. Couldn’t hold that pain in, so I cry.

Life too easy for you, girl. This here ain’t nothin to cry about. Ain’t nothin, little girl. Now hold still.

And I did. She yanked and I bit the inside of my lip so hard I tasted blood. Bu I ain’t never like to disappoint mama.

She finish and say Now you look nice. Right presentable. She push a loose hair I ain’t see back in its place.

Ain’t nobody gon say nothin bout MY May. You even lookin a little pretty, girl, she say, and she pat my cheek.

Mama, she look pretty all the time. This day she were a different pretty. Her hair was all done up like mine and her body shined, and she had on a dress Pa gave her with tiny little flowers tied together all over it, nosegays is what he call em. Her back grew long and her neck stretched high. This was gon be her defense.