The Blackberry Bush

(💓Dedicated to the momma that shared the bench with me today during lunch.) Damn Devil Weed tried to choke out my baby's dreams! No sweet blackberries in the briar patches it seems! Garden in the backyard still grows... cause Momma knows... THAT FRONT.. THAT FRONT... THAT FRONTing YARD is just for show... Ornamental flowers... shrubs...trimmed hedges...hiding the view... Beautiful yard out front... but only if people knew...only if people knew... all that HOE...ING he did in the FRONT was the only way THE FRONTing YARD grew..... Planted lies... Planted broken promises... Seeds of deadbeats sprouted and spread every season like diseased kudzu.... Nothing ROSE high....from your dead rose bushes...rose bushes of dead....rose bushes of dead Dark sun and cloudy days on a good fertile soul... Opportunity to help your own seed grow... You left no gold at the end of the rainbow! Blessed by God and momma.. so...no..mo... rain...tho No mo flooding my baby dreams in your mudholes! No sweet berries in the briar patch! No sweet berries in the briar patch! No sweet berries in the briar patch it seems... Cause momma done picked all those blackberries and raised a BEAUTIFUL BLACK QUEEN....... Rachel Mapp