Momma’s Lil’ Baby
by Jessica Holter

momma’s little baby love hoin’, hoin’
momma’s little baby love strollin’ tracks
momma’s little baby love strollin’ strollin’
momma’s little baby ain’t neva’ comin’ back
so now you done got clean, you wanna save
me?
you wasn’t here when he said, he had love fa
me
where was you back den?
where was that pie in’na sky hymn i thought
i rememba’d you sing?
befo dem pipe dreams read us a never ending
story
like dem bible people, what neva did begat a
clue
hard times had me missin’ you and findin
you in him
he said he would die a millions times if only
i would, if only he could,
be with me forever, me his ghetto cinderella,
pretty girl with a’ ugly limp
at first i didn’t want to do it, but for he my
ever true pimp,
said at worst I’d, cry my way through it
but afterwards, no words to hurt or fake,
but bread to break, a table to sup, my cup
runs over
no curse, no omen, nothin’ to show men,
they ain’t seen already nor did
i love you momma but don’t chase me no mo’
and
don’t come after me too, nothin you kin do,
but don’t you be blue
no creed as true as that of the stroll, old
woman be glad to know,
yo’ baby done grown into a’ honest ho
momma’s little baby love hoin’, hoin’
momma’s little baby love strollin’ tracks
momma’s little baby love strollin’ strollin’
momma’s little baby ain’t neva’ comin’ back
‘member when you useta, hit a’ blazin’ pipe
torch, to send yo shame away
t’da pie in na’ sky betta day?
yet you say somebody usin’ me to get pay...
freedom be between, me an them men
no curse, no omen, nothin’ to show them,
they ain’t seen already, nor did
the po day done hid, behind dollar signs,
shine bright like, your hot pipe light
summer night eyes an’ sizzling growling
belly aching away
all night awake an’ holdin’ you shakin,
beggin you to stay but
you lef’ me alone, trying to raise me now
that i’m grown
my truth be da fruits you done sewn, i did
my best to never go hungry no mo
old woman you need to be knowin’, your
baby is well and your baby is happy
with the daddy that got me t’ hoin’
don’t cha worry y’self none, it all be ova soon
we be laughin’ allis away, you wit da pipe
high, me wit da sor’ thigh
what tingle wit herpe venom, r’n’r, rest and
laxation, one day well gett ‘em
in na pie inna’ sky betta day!
me and you cain’t fret where we goin’, cause
the lawd knows where we been
now stand on yo feet, an’ let the
congregation say amen!
Jessica Holter is Creative Director for A.F.A.C.T. Artists Fighting AIDS
Creatively through the ARTS and founder of The Punany Poets.  After a brief
career in entertainment hip-hop journalism, Holter created the controversial
performance collective in response to the untimely death of Eric Eazy E Wright
of AIDS. Her self Published titles include AKA Dead Man, Verbal Penetration
and Speak the Unspeakable. .
Her website is .
www.punanyatnight.com
http://www.opunany.com
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