On Coming from a Broken Home, Pt. 2

And so my life has been guided

All the love I needed was provided

And through my mothers sacrifices I saw where her life went

To give more than birth to me, but life to me

And this ain’t one of the clichés about black women being strong

Cause hell if you’re weak, you’re gone

But life courage determined to do more than just survive

And too many homes have a missing woman or man

Without the feeling of missing love

Maybe they are homes that are hurt

But they are no real lives that hurt without reach

But not broken

Unless the homes of soldiers – stationed overseas

Or lost in battles or broken

Unless the homes of firemen, policemen, construction workers,

seamen, railroad men, truckers, pilots

Who lost their lives – but not what their lives stood for...

Because men die, men lose, they are lost and they leave

And so do women ...

I came from what they called "a broken home"

But they ever really called it "a house"

They would have known how wrong they were

We were working on our lives and our homes

Dealing with what we had, not what we didn’t have

My life has been guided by women

But because of them – I am the man.

God bless you mama – and thank you.