From the archives, originally posted HERE.
cookies
they praise me
heap upon me accolades
elevate me
to the status of a legendary
goddess or mythical being
not quite of this earth
when all i’ve done
is survive
odes
are dedicated
and sung in my name
and t-shirts emblazoned
with my face
while my roof leaks
and my car won’t start
and i have to phone a friend
to loan me ten
to stock up
on noodle soup
i am revered
as the Great Mother
for merely having kids
that conduct themselves
honorably
while away from my arms
Sumayyah Talibah © 18 January 2018
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