Momma can't cry right now. She's got too many kids that beat her to it. beat beat beat Like the thrumming of her heart.
There's too much poetry for pain And songs riding the waves of grief. That's what it is to be human, Momma whispers, Even if no one hears here, even if her children have g o n e o o n n e e Scattered to the winds like her hopes and dreams And she's afraid she'll never see them again, That the lump in her throat is cancerous with grief And it's stuck like she is and she'll choke. stuck stuck fear she is stuck in her self stuck grief stuck
But Momma can't cry right now. The tears would splash like broken glass And splinter like her h (beat) e (beat) a (beat) (beat) r t (beat) Murmurs like her soul.
There's too many questions in the dark And monsters hiding behind words. That's what it is to be free, Momma whispers, Even if ven if en if n if if f You d i s a p p e a r
To be (not) seen, not heard, To be the silence at a wake.
Momma can't cry. Momma can't cry. Momma can't She She can't Can't cry.
So Donald Drumpf, it seems, will be the next American president. My family is scared that some of us may be deported and our family will be broken apart. I wrote this for my mom because she always has to be the strong one, even now when she's scared of losing her family.