She always had an audience
For her stories
Tales of old men watermelon and sex
She had them captivated
Giggling
Her stories were sweetly naughty
Like stolen candy
Being chewed in a dark closet
She was their muse
The bad girl
They’d probably imagined
They wanted to be
Foxy Brown
Cleopatra Jones
She was right there
In real life
They called her family
I called her mama
©Precious Harris and Woman Without Filters 2021