Mama Told Me
by Victory Osarumwense Mama told me Not to wear my love for you on my chest That I should bury it between my thighs Tucked...
I am we
a piece of the whole
the collective essence of life.
We are the roar of the sea
smashing against the cliffside
or the salt left behind in the grains of sand
sweet sugar mango glowing
as it drops into eager hands
mouths hungry for its nectar
the sun beating down on a dirt road
while heat waves dance in the distance
the earth that quakes in summer time
or the pulse of once-still waters.
We went to Nana house
for Catholic Friday fish and fries,
coleslaw, pound cake
scrumptious, icebox lemon pies.
But my favorite day was Tuesday
when those who were able
could hear my Daddy making love
to Mama at the dining table.