Momma beat her kids
because Big Momma beat her kids
the way Granny beat her kids
the way “master” beat them
and “master” beat them good
Turned them into his
like Granny turned hers around
like Big Momma found
and Momma didn’t turn down
look how I turned out
got beat good
Knew not to try
and what not to pull
how not to act
don’t get pulled
or
yanked, snatched, balled
up
wherever we are
Grocery store
Church
In the mall
On a trip
While company is over
The backseat
Outside
In school
No place far enough away
From a switch
Or a shoe
Or a chord
Or a hand
Momma’s fingernails pierce like daggers
Or a broom
Or a race car track
Or a remote
A belt never seems to be enough
Just get naked
and bend over the chair
Or stand there
but don’t move
It was discipline
a way to let you know who was boss
and in charge
spoil the child
if you spare the rod
back in the day,
the neighbors could beat you too
for any offense
of being rude
something other “masters” couldn’t do
lessen the penalty behoove
A beating ensures life more smooth
“This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you”
Psychological warfare that they use
Overcomer’s approve
or accuse
Until it is the appropriate measure
to fuse
when you get no respect
from timeout’s or talking to
Just
Be careful not to… bruise.
©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet
