Cycles | Poem | Renee’ Drummond-Brown

Cycles

By: Author Renee’ Drummond-Brown

 

Momma told her not to do IT.

IT was done; she did not LISTEN

LISTEN to her, for what, and why, she too did it, AFTER-ALL?

AFTER-ALL, she had her at 16.

16, she, herself, should’ve been pristine CLEAN.

CLEAN as bleach on a summers CLOTHESLINE.

CLOTHESLINES, yeah, not soils hung out to DRY.

DRY stains. Tide can’t even get these out, nor CAN;

CAN a praise and/or SHOUT!

SHOUT it out!!! Should’ve been playin wit dolls, jacks and balls til 9:00.

NINE months to GO.

GO to jail…do not pass go til 18

EIGHTEEN-year BIDS.

BIDS her FAREWELL.

FAREWELL Momma says, “I told you so.”

 

Dedicated to: Recurrences

 

A RocDeeRay Poem

 

 

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