covered in red southern sista

covered in red southern sista

A Poem by Shirlena

dedicated to mama, my sister's and Yolanda Cornelia, one of my favorite poets...sorry my brutha's but you got to get your own.




decent child for a long pause

wasn’t just giving flowers away like coupons                   


like two fors…bye bye boy


even though when we were kids

they chased us like they would die if they failed

trust…they limped away tailed tucked between groin

shaking their fist cause curses…they had nothing…none

lip stuck out lacking what they had come for


bye boy


you wusn’t just playing with some kid

messin with a new concoction my mama did

she wasn’t makin no maybe’s

she raised a number one-zy

ultimate babies seven girls…learning to make necklaces from them pearls

…and then there was six

(rip lovely)                                  


and I barely strayed without trying to commence to perfection

made mistakes but after eating mama’s prime steak

with morals baked within the center bone of maturity

only when I had simmered did I go serving

but not without consequence

see mama was right... as she guided me along

so recently I became my mama

and today raised a glass filled with my own recipe


gladly gave my mama a batch                                   


well…bye boy

sorry bruthas... I do love you


© 2014 Shirlena

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I love the glimpses into an architectural design... yeah, I know I would of been one of those boys... wide eyed and hopeful... heart racing out my chest... but kudos and respect, for it's too easy to give it away with no substance behind its meaning... your mama taught you well lady 'S'... this is sound in recipe and has an alluring taste in its construction and is very rich in flavour... you know I do just love the way you tell your journeying story into your mama's footsteps... a true lady of integrity... wonderfully written!... James xx

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8 Years Ago

Thanks Jim. I didn't mean to make my mama sound like a saint because she wasn't but she came from a .. read more
Jumbo J

8 Years Ago

I always believe the harder road traveled exposes the the brightest gems of wisdom... it's all in th.. read more

8 Years Ago

Aww, now you makin me blush again ;). Thank you dahling.

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Added on April 25, 2014
Last Updated on April 30, 2014
Tags: memories, happenings, childhood, growth, example



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