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April 26, 2005

To Momma on her BDay

Being the white child of two black women
Can sometimes be very strange.
Everyone knows that two women can't have babies
And which mom do I look like?
But when my mouth aches
I put my head on your shoulder,
You hold me
And I feel safe.
These cold-hearted women
That I want to be loved by
Don't want me
I cry inside
My moms are both with me,
You each give me a hug
And I know that I am loved.
We go shopping together,
(I'm too big to sit in the shopping cart now)
We go to your house,
You teach me how to cook
I can even help (just like a big girl)
And it's there for anyone with eyes to see
That ours is a different kind,
But it's still a family.
Thanks -- I love you.

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 11:06 PM