uMama named me
Something meaning a
Morning Star.
Strung abruptly, she wringed the letters to call me by a name.
A name to a face that she would not see for more than a decade.
But where are you Mama?
My light shining, I don’t see you
Hiding in the dark, I search for you…
But I don’t want too, my heart to turn, black
To stone, like you
Standing, Sitting, Sleeping
Mama, what is it that you do?
To forget me; my small body
What the chill felt that winter’s day
What the ancestors felt, calling my name
Mama, I don’t want you.
But as an infant, I cried
But as an infant, I tried to do something with the nothing that I could
To begin to understand you, the thing that pulled you to
Look away from me
Listen to the buzzing bee that stings and flees
That cowardice
That naïve mind, flowerless.
Well now, Mama, I vow to not know
Whatever mount of snow is piled over you,
Stay there, lying cold,
Because yes, I am a morning star, but over you, I will turn to stone,
So, I, a morning star, over you
Will not go.
