fOOD fOR tHOUGHT

i think back when I was a little girl
No worries, I lived in my own separate world.
Everything which happened in my life was either promised or given to me.
I knew nothing of Slavery, for me, I was free.

Everything told was prohibited, things were not free,
My Mom was the Teacher,
My Momma was 'Thee'
But I still invisioned everything as being free.

I never thought what it cost to put food on the table
I never wondered how she clothed seven, where her soul us enabled.
Never thought how my Momma did all that she slaved
I never thought she would one day die after all which she gave.

To be young was nice
But now I wonder what it would be like
To go back to a world of Cinnamon ans Spice

I wonder if I could do it all again,
Would I be born at the same time from which it began?
I wonder if it had been different would Mom be alive today
Would I still be kissing and loving her in my special way?

If really I could start again, would I be willing to do it again
To go back and tolerate the torment from which I began.
Daddy was an alcholic, My Momma was true
She stayed beside the babies she had, seven lives she began.

If I could do it again

I'd like to go back
To where it all began and  change the future.

But this is not going to happen, for it's all a dream
To sit here and wonder is just a waste of time
For we cannot change the past
We can only see where we are today and attempt to change the course of life in which we are headed.