I Guess Our Mommas Raised Us Weak
My Momma’s Momma never talked back.
She just kept having babies,
She just kept cooking.
My momma was the same I guess.
She kept quiet when he spent all the money,
And hit us kids.
I guess my Momma raised me weak
I guess my Momma raised me meek.
Because I swallowed down each bitter thought,
Hurting myself, not you, in my uncertainty.
The sharpness of unspoken words tore my throat,
And I think you tasted the blood in my kiss.