Thank-u mama(s)
fo feeding me healthy to run fast and always see clear
without any money near
for dreaming always of mo betta even tho
u were filled wit so much sorrow
for living through evictions and endless poverty
and never giving up the dedication
to something u saw in me
fo saving me from pedophile glances
and teaching me all your ritmo and carrying my soul through so many dances
for loving me no matter what
and yet never letting me give up
for living alone cuz u were always scared
as the daughter of another mama who barely dared to speak
up when u were being abused - used -like she wanted you to lose
"she wanted me to die , lisa, you used to say
and you were right -
my confused and abused grandmother was filled with shame at her mixed race daughter born out of wedlock
hoped she wouldnt make it- but she did and so did i
dear mama- tupac was right - dont know how u did what u did
and again here i am
with a boy who hasn't suffered like u or me had - but he has your deep and full heart and so much love
tears of the deepest river flow down my cheek as i try to hold your sorrow
it is sometimes way too deep
but every mama's day from turtle island, Borik'n to Mexico
I call out your name at the altar-into the sky - at the moon-and into yemoja's waves
te amo mama- i love u mama and i always will and i dream that u are finally feeling better on your spirit ride
than you ever did in this loca vida/crazy lyfe