To my momma, who has swallowed the amerikan dream and choked on it. To my momma, whose dreams have fought each other— and died. Who sees, but cannot bear to see. A volcano eating its own lava. To my momma, who couldn’t turn hell into paradise and blamed herself. Who has always seen reflected in her mirror an ugly duckling. To my momma, who makes no demands of anyone cause she don’t think she can afford to. Who thinks her money talks louder than her womanhood. To my butchfem momma, who has always taken care of business.
