Every Mommy got a wish list I put a S. in front of mine…and it transforms into a swoosh The ultimate check list…is etched on my outfit Like the new covenant…my heartaches for it So the fulfillment I must grip…with both handles Willing to forfeit designer clothes and sandals…desperate house wife scandals Yeah…I’m hanging on…tight…for Mommy Dearest life A hip-hop Mom and wife…gifted to lace a track up tight I’m the ambidextrous type…cause at the same time…I can double knot my kids Nikes While cooking up food for thought to feed the nations tikes more fire...side chat than Ike And Lord knows, I keep my speech...first lady...like Supermom by day and in my lane by night Spittin kryptonite…on any open mic…I can get my hands on And I ain’t livin the glamorous zone…but in a humble home I gotta juggle my mine…in the midst of the grind This foxy Momma ain’t got time to check up on fabulous…thou I appear to be clueless I got game…Mr. DJ…you shoulda signed me…back then in my hay day Cause now my life is extremely hectic…on the verge of being too ludicrous For any man to rap his head about…with barely any me time, to live it out…loud Bla…blaow…I’m looking for a Gunn to shoot my style…to the deaf And there still a zillion things left…on the list to say and do If I count backwards I might eventually get back to me and you Yes, all the other Moms who…need to make them selves a priority…female So we won’t go postal...don’t you know…Mommy guilt is bicoastal International and a universal…dilemma They say, happy Moms make for happy families Whether you’re married or single parenting…staying at home or getting your career on Ma…we’ve gotta do something…especially for ourselves Strive for the well being and good health Of our mind, body and soul…make self love the goal Of every soccer Mom playing the role…of a life time Unlike the Faye Dunaway kind…I put a spin on mine Instead of waving wire hangers…I flip out on rhyme Cause even us understudies…deserves a chance to headline Move from the back …to the front of the line Where neighborhood watchers…head cooks and bottle washers…dine With business lunchers…time clock punchers Mini van drivers, play date supervisors and all out survivors And that can’t completely define…all that we are Daughters, wives, mothers and future shining stars Ordinary Moms doing extraordinary things 12 hour sifts and hawking weddings rings…TV and Social network monitoring Heading up PTA meetings…Relishing in the most mundane of things To these unsung hero’s, I sing…for they also have dreams deferred And Lord knows we deserve…to strut our stuff be allowed to occasionally get to live it up While loving ourselves enough…to regularly hit the gym…do yoga or swim Or run for our lives…and gain peace of mind with every stride We take…to fill the vacant space…on our wish list While thanking God for the gift…of motherhood
