Momma's Rage

She stands there.

So much anger inside of her that

She knows is going to boil over

She knows

She knows when momma's mad,

She knows when momma's sad,

She knows when momma's anger

Her hate, is going to hurt her bad.

The first slap means nothing,

Just suprise upon her face.

Then the second blow is landed

But by then she already knows

She knows that momma loves her

She knows that she must have done wrong

She knows that when it's said and done,

Momma will hold her all night long.

But somewhere between the first slap

And the child bleeding on the floor.

She just became an object, not a Momma

Not at all.

She stands and watches and wonders why

She can't get up, She doesn't understand

She's already beyond the pain here,

She's free from Momma's rage.