Big Mama only
Wore muu-muus,
And smoked harsh
Camel cigaretts.

She never cared
For me, becuause
My mother
Was the good daughter,

The one who
Didn’t really
Need her,
Or hurt.

But my Mama
Was the one
Who cared for her
Until she died.

She was the
Good Daughter
Who needed
Her Mama.

I think
The only one
Big Mama loved
Was herself…

Or my Mama,
Who cared for her
Until the day
She died.

This poem was written/submitted by Scarlett Treat.

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