Poetry

The tales of motherhood

I be so tired

Eyelids heavier than the 6 bags of groceries I force myself to carry in one hand

While holdin my baby

I be so drained

From all the todos that sometimes don’t be gettin done

So the list just compiles into more lists

And before you know it

There’s a list to remember my other todo list

I just be so exhausted

Playing with the kids

Keeping my man happy

Trying to stay afloat of my wants and dreams

But there’s just not enough time

So I do what I can

When I can

When I feel like it

And no matter how much I do

There’s always more to be done

I go to bed exhausted

Wake up crippled

Function beat

Move weak

I just be so tired