Momma Dukes, February 20th

Aye, Happy Birthday Momma
Happy Birthday Momma

Far from the average
Cabbage, rice, and beans'll stretch a whole week
Peek through the eyes of my Mother
And I can tell your soul weak
I pray for you, though most other people wouldn't
Just a habit I picked up as a youngin
I probably shouldn't
Overlook the fact the black hands of a hard workin' woman
Are the reason that I'm devoted to crumbling papers
Filled with lines that don't line up with the lineage Mother prayed for
The realer times were the moments
Which I figured I should've fallen
But teachings from my Mama and them are reasons
I look to God and overcome like under dogs
The thunder calls, but supper brought to the table by Mother
Is so fulfilling, there's no room for a grievance
I'm grateful, she always vouched as a couch
And she made seats at the table
For any friend, foe, or visitor
She copied the law of God, got involved in devoting her life
To make those who may come across her path
Take a bath in the Holy Spirit
Most days that's been the case
I pray that my goal to reel in what she passed
Will go on wax and appeal to the old and spill
Into the younger generation's idea of a G.O.A.T
I'm still in awe of simple laws of motherhood
Like Never leave your children
Though many times I've deserved it
My life was hurt and I referred to Mama as a villain
But now I write to her to find
The turf of bonding grounds and healing
I preserved the words she spoke to me when I was
Busy scrappin' up reasons to go rebel
But it was only a matter of time before the
Swelling of her tonsils and her knees
Due to kneeling and praying hard would prevail
Momma, I love you
Thank you for praying for me
Since you been praying for me
I been

I been Praying for you
Praying for you
Praying for you
I been Praying for you
Praying for you
Praying for you



Credits
Writer(s): Jodie Jo'
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