Written by: Lakisha Tucker
Editor: Sonya McTillman
Images by: Adobe Spark, Kathy Norcott, personal photo library
Did I give you permission to make me cry?
I’m left asking myself, why?
Why do you think it’s ok to groom me to be a bride of gloom?
I have no control over what you say or do, it’s only for you.
I just want to be a child, one that likes to play and run around wild.
To feel the breeze, as it blows from the trees
And run around scraping my knees.
Or maybe I could make a wish that we didn’t get in trouble for Playing with the crawfish.
Better yet we loved to play in the lake and give Granny a Headache. She would yell and scream “stay out of that stream!”
Granny, didn’t like us in the stream. We would try anything not to hear her…
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