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ОглавлениеThis poem is honor of mothers
homeless mothers and poor mothers
low-wage mothers and no-wage mothers
welfare mothers
three-job-working mothers
immigrant mothers
and incarcerated mothers
In other words
this poem is honor of
INS-ed with, CPS-ed with and
most of all system-messed-with mothers
This poem is in honor of all those poor women and men
and yes, I said men, ’cause don’t sing me that old song
about gender again
Who fight and struggle
and steal and beg in every crevice
and corner to keep their kids in a bed
Who dress and feed with tired hands
Who answer cries over and over again
This poem is in honor of those
mothers who deserve to be coddled
and loved
fed and protected
instead of criminalized
marginalized and rarely respected
Who can barely make it, but always do
and still raise all the world’s people
like me, you and you
Can I get a witness?
This poem is in honor of mothers
who can barely make it, but sometimes do
and still raise all the world’s people
like me, you and you
