Dear Mama...

Grandmothers are the real G's!!!!

a motherless child is far worse than a fatherless one...

to all the Mothers that did what they didn''t have to do!

I sat there for almost an hour and no one came in as I made peace with Mama and God. This was the end. I bent over her face and I remember thinking even now at age 73 and on her death bed, how she looked 45 at the most. She was beautiful to the end. I kissed her face and it was ice cold and rubbery feeling. Something was wrong, oxygen was being pumped into a corpse is what I think, but the machines were on anyhow. I silently prayed and said bye to what was left of Mama whispering in her ear.
“Thank you for loving me so much I promise I’ll try to be good.” “I always knew you were watching and praying for me. Tell God, I know when the Holy Spirit is teaching me and I saw three angels for sure.”
I promptly stood, still glaring at her lifeless, empty eyes turned and walked out into the waiting room. The family was in there loud, talking and laughing like the Bears had won the Super Bowl or something. I stood at the entrance of the doorway?
“Would somebody please take me home?”
They started their manipulation tactics saying why you leaving , don’t go, we all here together for a change and what about Mama.
“I want to go home.”
They kept talking and I was about ready to spark off .
I yelled real loud “I want to go home, would somebody please give me a ride home!”
The way I said it translated into fuck all of you motherfuckers quick and dirty, now take me home. Everybody got silent and just stared at me.
I then said under my breath “Fuck it, I'll catch a cab,” and walked out.
I heard my father speaking as the door was closing.
“Do you mind taking her home?”

Pretty Monster coming June 2008!