Her hips sway …like Mama’s
Her smile shines bright,
There is even a twinkle in her eye… like Mama’s
You take a look longer than a glance
Just like you do with Mama
Did I just hear a word you told me was not ok to say…?
Starts with D…and ends with anyway…
I try with my innocent mind to figure out why
Your head twists each time a grown lady
Not Mama walks by
Did the hinge that holds your neck in place somehow loose a screw?
Or is this what all men do?
You are the model of what the man I will one day give my heart to be.
You are my first love daddy… I trust and watch all you do.
My first boyfriend I hope one day will be just like you.
So this thing you do… Looking at a woman…Not my Mama
Must be cool…yeah it must be cool!
Cuz it seems to be all you do, when Mama is not with you…
So when my own little girl comes to me just as confused as I am right now by her own daddy’s actions…
I will tell her baby “Hush now… that is just what daddies do!”
They look at women as objects… they lust after them like hungry dogs…
They don’t care what their own daughters see.
How their behavior affects me and you…
But baby… Fathers know the truth and Ol’ King David did too, however a little bit too late… Glancing at ladies that are not your Mama is not cool…actually its really weak…

Lela Jefferson – http://www.memoirsofablackgirl.com

The illusion of my crown draws attention from those that would normally not speak.
As their minds are confused by what their eyes see

I openly let them know that my crown is an added extension of me
Freely I change its look to suit my needs

The illusion of my crown draws attention from those that would normally not speak.
My honesty brings clarity to confused minds that eyes stare in disbelief.

(c) 2011 Lela Jefferson -
http://www.poetryofablackgirl.com