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I sit back as mama combs my hair
and begins to grease my scalp
Shes telling me about the days she was smiling
And the nights she went without
About the beatings she would catch when sneaking out to meet my daddy
Kissing behind the oak tree and planting their family seeds
Listening to Mama stories I cried and she cried
Especially the story when her first child died
Mama stayed strong through her weakest moments
She stayed with my father whom couldn't stay faithful
When I think about it ,Mama could never braid
She just enjoyed having a listening ear as she reminisced about her younger days
