This month is National Poetry Month. I bet you are thinking, “How the hell can a washed up drug whore know it is National Poetry Month?” Just because I suck dick and snort all kinds of candy doesn’t mean I do not have a brain in my head darling. Oh no, you would be surprised at the shit I know. Anyway, all the aforementioned also made me think of how many times people have wrote Poems about their Moms. We are the best muses if you ask me. The relationship we have with our offspring is diverse, sometimes the dynamic is fucked up, sometimes it is all good. I mean hell, even if you hate your Mamma, you still think about her from time to time. There is always that connection, which gives a creative person the fodder to write about.
Wow, I’m getting deep here. HA! You know what I want? I want some of you to write a poem about your Mom, good or bad, I don’t care. Or if you so choose, pick one of the Moms here and let the words fly. If you email them to me; with your permission of course; I will post them in a blog so you can see your work. Now I have to get going because my boys need to get their butts out of bed and get ready for school. In meantime, you go and visit Ms. Lenora, check her out, and start writing those poems!
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