That Kinda Mama
ya sabes
that kinda mujer
bringing flores de colores
in her smile
twinkling stars in her eyes
her skills in writing out heartache
perfected over years
of experiencing breaking down
someone else’s trauma
promises unfulfilled
some lessons she could have done without
but not at the cost of good
poetic thoughts and moments
of direct guidance
from elemental forces
standing calm in wind
she never did once question the pain
in her sacrifice
uncomfortable too tight life
the constant reminders
how far she left behind memories
in her mind playing tricks
she knew too well
that kinda mama
all natural child birth to prove
her own worth
to raise anyone else but herself
in four directions
her life story
cartographic tattoos on skin
once touched in sensation and want
dampening earth with tears
never one to waste water
she tasted salt on lips whispering
to trees her powers
in recalling dreaming
every step she stumbled
while muttering sixth senses
to one she did not care to know
who told her she lacked grace in her heart
longing the descent of love
after heartbreak
she could slide in syllables
down mountain sides
red rocks letting go
righteous cliffs in wilderness
clinging lichen connection
not one to let go
remembering true love deep
in canyon vastness of forever
she knew when only one side
meant words as prayer
that kinda mama
living by all means necessary
channeling survival her priority alive
in wholehearted poetry
quiet in rooms
no one hears her meaning
without pertaining to their own need
she found her every word written
as a sigh sign
challenging self to relearn the intent of love
that kinda mama
vintage slips accenting collarbone
prayer beads verses
in curves flowing
after rain river swelling
she drove under stars
in crescent moonlight
the last shoot out
flung from hips that dip
in hot springs unconcealed
her pistol she held
La Frida style
words used as weapons
with no regret the last shout out
mama almighty force
she conquered in waves of energy
loving earth standing ground
strength her atonement
in nature splendor
set in stone
she could find love winning
after all that man made war
manifested destiny to destroy
her demeanor she understood
earth for life meaning
dirt and water needing each other
making soft love
adobe yielding to be shaped again
in the fold and hold of one more embrace
shape shifting her life experiences
as beauty to behold her ability
to walk talk when wounded
fly when falling
she skimmed close
to the ground finding life
misting air breaths
standing still in between storms
her vibration in airborne chemistry
the lover that can never have again
what held them together
in the beginning of another time
she cannot remember forever
her uninhabited woman naturalness inherited
abuelitas swishing skirts backstory guidance
that kinda mama
with no need to explain
walking away after putting up a good fight
underestimated in love and kindness
her nature fury a good thing
that kinda mama
she gives
back to earth
in the roots of trees
regenerating life
if you can
dig it.
c/s
