The Downpour.

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If it weren’t for you

I would not know the ways of men

Would not know how to shield

my love for you from them.

You see Little One,

These wounds us Mamas bare

Mar us insolently and indefinitely.

And beasts come to ensnare the mind, mostly.

But by you, dear, I wear them with relative ease.

For you illuminate healing when you

reach out for me.

Lay your curly topped mop on my shoulder in your sleep.

Now you are mini grown.

You say you want me to brush it down

Say you’ll sleep all night in a du rag

So you can stunt on em and brag.

So you can wake up swimming to “look older”

You can’t sleep on your mama’s shoulder

With no wave cap on, little baby

Stay young longer.

Keep that jumpin the gun shit off your holster.

To discipline my affliction

Into a love worth fighting for