Shut up or put up is what mama always said. Mama always broke it down till it couldn’t be broken down anymore. Strong, certain, and challenged is mama. The feeling of mama’s love runs deep in my veins and in the core of my soul.
Mama breaks it down like no one else. Working her neck and snapping her fingers is how she gets down. The love and philosophical way mama breaks it down is like a colonel manning his platoon. As she works her back and twists her hips and points her fingers, it’s like a hooker on the street corner trying to get her money. Mama knows how to work it especially on me with her hypnotic soul and hard as hell stares. It’s clear that mama has it going on when it comes to putting it down.
Trouble, trouble always finds it way to me. That’s when mama comes after me with her hand and a bunch of “I will whoop your ass”, “I will slap the shit cling out of you” and “I will knock your block off.” Boy, mama is something else. Breaking it down this way is how mama’s philosophy resonates in me. Brilliant thoughts, compassion and with a beauty that’s tough and tells an amazing story. As it’s broken down in full effect lives are touched and affected like the waves are by the moon. Knowing is knowing because the philosophy of getting it broken down is the art of mama and what she stands for. It’s amazing, fanatical and hurts like hell.
Delivering the full effect of the breaking down philosophy is easy to take in. It goes back to mama and her true will and what’s in her soul. The being of me loves mama from the depths of my soul. As I see it for what it truly is I see brilliant thoughts, love and compassion with a beauty that’s tough as hell and tells an amazing story.
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