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
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