Mom I Wonder Why

By MC

When I had my appendicitis
And my first major surgery
You were right there
And I felt your compassion, concern, and care

When my feet would break out every summer
And I couldn’t walk without pain
You were right there
And I felt your compassion, concern, and care

When I had that heart attack
And had to be rushed to the hospital in an ambulance
You were right there
And I felt your compassion, concern, and care

When I had my tonsillectomy
And hemorrhaged all that blood
You were right there
And I felt your compassion, concern, and care

Yes, anytime in my life, I’ve suffered
An ailment that was clearly physical
You were right there
And I felt your compassion, concern, and care

But when I was distraught over our move
From the only home I’d ever known
Even though you were right there
I didn’t feel your compassion, concern, or care

And when I was homeless
And being abused by my brother-in-law
You were not there
And I didn’t feel you compassion, concern, or care

And when the depression and anxiety took over
And I turned to you for help
Though you were right there
I did not get your compassion, concern, or care

Now that I am locked away from everyone I love
And I feel more alone than ever before
Though when I call you, you are physically there
I no longer feel your compassion, concern, or care

Why anytime I’ve suffered ailments that aren’t physical
Though the pain is still very, very real
You are never there
With your compassion, concern, or care?

Family Picture

By LC

After Slugg: A Boy’s Life in the Age of Mass Incarceration by Tony Lewis Jr.

There’s something missing with this picture
As I wake onto a random day
In a random hood
In a random city
In America
I listen
Listen to the voice of my mother
Shouting down the bickering of my
Little sister and little brother
But there’s something missing
So I look
Look to find my auntie on the couch
With my baby cousin in hand
Look out the window to find the neighborhood junkie
But he is not the MAN
I’m looking for
See that man has been gone for years
Gone from this family’s struggles
Gone from being this family’s muscle
Gone from this family’s daily hustle
Ironic that I used that last word
‘cause HUSTLE is what got him sentenced
To no return, L.I.F.E.
So my father is what’s missing with this picture
My uncle too
And to every other black child
In a random hood
In a random city
In America
I’m just like you too.

Mamma

By GB

 

The woman that raised me since birth,

the same woman that cleaned me after I’ve been playing in dirt.

She read me stories, then tucked me into bed,

and when I done wrong, she’d never hesitated to go across my head.

When I was ill or came down with a cold, she was my doctor,

and when I had a role in the school play, she was my director.

My mamma is great, Ma used to help me with my homework, and even a spelling test.

Then Ma would send me off to school with a smile & kiss,

and she’d say, “Don’t worry I know you’ll do your best.”

My mother’s cooking is amazing; everything is delicious and made with love.

I know there’s a God, ‘cause my mother is a gift from the heavens above.

Ma was there when that girl broke my heart,

 She’s the one that repaired it, and said, “This is just the start.”

I can go on & on about how good my mother is, but this poem will never be done.

So never take your mother for granted, you only get one.

A wise woman said that, “that’s why I can’t imagine life without her…

I just don’t wanna.”

She’s my rock, the leader of my support team,

some call her L, some call her auntie,

but I call her Mamma