Mama’s getting angry bit by bit
about behavior inappropriate
to time or subject, circumstance or place,
among practitioners of self-disgrace.

Mama saw the father hit the son
and litter old revenge on everyone;
observed the man who claimed to be her friend
contort affection till it had to end;
surprised the daughter who demanded trust
equivocating desperately in lust.

Mama looked around at all the mess,
caught herself bemired in the stuff
of uncontrolled impulsiveness and stress.
Be careful now, for Mama’s had enough.