songs without melody

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.

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šŸ™‚ I’m so glad to be reading your words again… I liked this and I get the feeling I’m going to end up loving May’s mother… She reminds me of so many aunts of mine…

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