ohhh
hush
lil baby
don’t you cry
mommas gonna sell you
again tonight
and if that
pretty dress
don’t fit
mommy will draw them
a landing strip
a place in space
your mind will go
so the tears
can dig them
a comfort zone
and when your cries
fall on deaf ears
3b will see you
in a few more years
medication
amphetamine floats
turning demons
into ghosts
but when that high
starts to fade
the men who raped you
reveal their face
stained glass cleansing
dope hope toast
too mommy who taught me
yes means no
so
hush
lil baby
don’t you cry
just buy another sack
so you can get high.








I’m gutted. This is so sad.
So very dark and emotional.
The sins of the mother passed onto the daughter…
Obliterating your vision and feelings so you don’t have to be present for the damage.
Girl, you have a gift.
Holding you in thought, Mayala.
Powerful work. Well crafted.
A sad, heartbreaking poem! Well written.
Wow I honestly wasn’t even expecting anyone to read let alone reply. Thank you all so much. Truly..