The black problem my Mother!

 

My Mother

is not bad,

fat. a ghost,

dead, a look

alike enemy

of Aretha Franklin

a Heineken beer drinker

A Cabbala covert woman

a black woman who is

powerful, rich, or beautiful

 

She is 71 years old, sick

and fed up with me and the world

The Music world, the Film world

My little charity, Musiqadvcocate that

is going nowhere.

 

I stopped the mood stablisers

I stopped the Anti-Psycotica

 

I am free of all bipolar disorder

scitzo drugs!

 

My doctor is good and happy

that the black problem in my 

head is healed.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem copy righted. Thanks!.

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