In Momma's New Shoes
by Shadonna Merriweather
Her "New Shoes" as she calls them
Oh, yeah, yeah...they "new" and almost
At the rim
With all her Rippin & Runnin she do daily
Just to make sure
Me and my brother wouldn't act so crazy!
Using phrases like..."Wash yo Dishes" & "Clean yo Mess."
Written on pieces of paper that was
Neva meant to be Torn or Taken down
While art shows and tax returns
Await to be taken care of
Her & Her "New Shoes" manage to get
through it all
Black Shoes
Blue Shoes
Red Shoes
Anything But Momma's "New Shoes"
Comfortable she say they are....
Well-Broke "IN"
Worn so much it should be a sin
"And Foriveness is given....them the
opportunity to be united with the"
Garbage can!!!...."Amen!!!"
Only she knows how it is
But it's somethin we call a
"Hott Mess"
With all my Love I got for you Momma
and your shoes
I realize how much you sacrifice 'And go
through
I know just what you mean to me
And I understand the consequences of
yo feet