Black Poetry : Crack Dreams

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  1. ShadeeLadee

    ShadeeLadee Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    for Donald Ray and Punchie, and me


    Auntie Julie died and we buried her
    in Arkansas two days after Christmas

    Funerals be an interesting thing
    Auntie Julie was the only one in my
    blood family that tried to keep us
    all together

    I didn’t want to go because I don’t
    do death and never been to a funeral
    But I got my boys together and
    we went to pay our respects

    And there she was
    my birth mother
    flitting and flirting around
    fanning and trying to be noticed

    Auntie Julie was the only one
    who told me the truth about my real
    daddy

    And she arranged for me to meet him
    we spoke on the phone once
    and that was it, two years ago,
    until the funeral

    (the man is soo fine when I saw him
    I said to myself, “naw, that ain’t MY daddy!”)

    But it was him
    and old hag crack lady was shaking her
    *** all up in his face

    We tried to have a private conversation
    he was telling me what he was hoping
    for us

    I told him I got a real family
    and my own kids now
    and a husband

    He was cool, he said he knew he couldn’t
    ever compete, he just wanted to do his part

    He had been denied
    it really wasn’t his fault my mama
    ran away with me when she was 15
    and the family had lied

    but he had tried

    But here was old hag crack lady
    trying to get in our business

    and so we planned to meet again
    privately

    Then she comes later, telling me
    “don’t believe nothing he say,
    he always lying”

    She said, “you know, I love you
    and only wanted what was best for you
    and I’m gonna be married soon, too”

    But we all could see through
    her lying pipe smoking lips

    and my daddy overheard some of the
    things she said, came back and
    told her to her face

    “you did what you did 23 years ago
    my daughter is grown and we don’t
    need you… go’n now, look at you,
    falling apart at the seams”

    He took me by the hand and we left
    her standing in a puddle of her
    effed up crack dreams…


    SWT
     
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    awwwwe!!

    a sadly well said true story from da heart
     
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    N2urSoul Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Shadee

    Lovin' this story/poem.....I definitely felt like I was being drawn in by the read of it!

    Well written scribe sistah!

    N2
     
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