There’s one guy
Out there
That knows exactly how I feel
He was channeling Mema
Making me laugh out loud
“I wouldn’t want that nasty thing in my mouth, either. ”
Oh, damn straight
That’s what she would say
Pictures of me
Walking on somebody
“Oh, Jeanna'”
There he goes again
Channeling Mema
Telling it like it is
He’s just like me
Raised up by the woman
That loved us so much
She told us each
To never, ever give up
I swear when he gets me
Just like I do him
She would have smacked me
Right upside the head
For doing what I did
But she would have been laughing
Singing along to Robbins
While outside by the garage
Lord have mercy
There he goes again
Channeling Mema
Reminding us both
Of who we are
And what she said
Maybe just maybe
We should go find a place
With cornbread and beans
Sit and talk
Over chocolate cake
Drink a margarita even
With some enchiladas
We could be channeling Mema
Jeanna’ Mead
6 44 a.m. 10.17.19
Jeanna' Soul 