Tuesday, May 01, 2012

A Rejected Mentor

I looked to you for wisdom
you fed me sour wine
and old bread
You felt it was for my good
For an older woman to train
A young woman
Of such little consequence
Imprudence; well she was woman too
With all her charms
And not a mother
To wayward black girls
Seen as trophies for the guilt
Of the unspoken conquests.
One of course, I could not replace
And my curious faith
Naive and unlearned
Devoid of curiosity
And too firm
Made me the stuff of
Mammies and matriarchs

But even mammy knew
How to pray when
Her own obstinate will
Was defiled

But still, I looked to you.

And if you find this; I wish you well.

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