Pink Peaches

Mama...prunus persica of strength,

risen above cotton candy billows trace

earth’s misaligned purpose constrained lengths

of daydreams and tears fulfilling wasted space.   

Find dreams radiating beams amongst stars

falling tirelessly to forests’ moss floors

while angelic blossoms flourish in jars

made ripe with pleasures of Mama’s amore.

The sweetest song ever rapped...Dear Mama

with chords of straight Jazz, with lyrical Pac

resound love in walls of depressed drama

your seeds of womanhood reap by God’s clock.