Date published: 7/22/2025
Big mama see, just be, a poem by telle wild rose
Homemade lemonade, tea spillin’
Kitchen cookin’, secrets hide
Rugs with shadows,bones hidden
Take a walk with me and come along for the ride.
Step inside to the fairytale,
Of monsters in the form of ailing minds,
Mental illness they call it, brain short circuit fail
Family reunions, thinly veiled insults kinds.
Word through the grapevines is this,
Big mama see, do nothin’ ,she; just be.
Inviting abusers to the table, what is this?
Everyone falls in line, monkey do what monkey see.
Big mama isnt a person but a system,
Of dysfunction, and no accountability.
If anyone breaks out, they have no longer part with them
The black sheep, the scape goat, no one wants to be he.
Mind shatters under pressure,
Fragmented, and broken silence, what sthe aim?
Trust faded, heart jaded and no more joyful pleasure of family get together,
Outcast, depression, anxiety, and trauma responses are all that remain.
Big mama see,
Be quiet.
Be compliant, just be
Be moldable, and always with brokenness, hide it.
To the system of Big mama, blackness before safety,
I say only this,
Youre course has run the race, the end is near quickly,
And freedom exposes all in song, in dance, in words, just like this.
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