Single Mama Ballad.
house title becomes prison
bond for teenage son seeking
magic wand. curfews are restricted
to few-s and former rules serve
as point of views. Then doctors
diagnose that single mama’s mind will
give up—but for teenage son— prison
arms open up.
peer pressured rebellions
suit his natural actions. dragging
mama's emotions down dirt road ‘til
stress pays its physical tolls—
Then pastors preach that single
mama will soon backslide—but for teenage
son— devil's arms open wide.
weeknights carry weekend trends &
drugs secure role as dividends
tombs stone out thoughts of
shame. black face veils hide tears
of blame. Then psychics forecast
that single mama’s soul is too weak—
after teenage son’s grave
covered in dusk last week.
Mark Anthony Thomas
Copyright © 2004