The Mama In You
when i go berserk
always the mama in you is there
to save
my shattered pieces
when time get rough
there is the mama in you that calms down
those that are violent
when i go crazy over matters
there is the mama in you that becomes
my sanity pills
i am sleepy, where is papa anyway?
p.s.
baduy ba?
ha ha ha
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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