Bonding with My Bunkie
By Ebony Mahone
I’ve been watching her for days
admiring how she doesn’t seem to notice me
I’ve been watching to learn her ways
Well tonight I got to listen as she poured the tea
Before I knew it I was bonding with my Bunkie
The night it started kind of slow
didn’t know at all how it was to unfold
All of a sudden we were toe to toe
With our experiences and the stories we told
I couldn’t believe I was bonding with my Bunkie
She’s finally letting her guards down
not much but I won’t complain
It’ll take a lot more time for her to completely come around
I understand that she’s been through far too much pain
But nevertheless I’m bonding with my Bunkie
She lays above now fast asleep
In my heart this memory I’ll keep
She hasn’t been here long
But in her coming I knew she belonged
Tonight was the first night I got to really bond with my Bunkie
In the morning when we arise
She’ll start her day just as the day before
It’ll be as if the night never happened to no surprise
I’ll watch again as she walks out the door
But I won’t forget the night before
Because I was given the honor to bond with my Bunkie
I’m Refined
By Ebony Mahone
It took prison to refine me!
Yep, took betrayal and a bit in jail
took a whole lot to get through hell
A single parent who messed that up miserably
don’t forget the mental instability
Took me climbing up and falling down
many times around
even then I was only half crowned
You see, it was the beatings for me
having to stab a man to be set free
but only for a moment life didn’t just let me be
But I’m finally refined, stepping up to get mine
I’m refined and like gold Imma shine
I done been through the fire and even through hell
got an uplifting story to tell
The process was excruciating but only temporary
Yes, definitely at times a bit scary
but I always remember and you should too
the refining process is to build a better you
Hey! We can all shine; I’ll call it no woman left behind
Funday Sunday
By Ebony Mahone
It was the day my middle brother and I dedicated to each other when he helped me
get through a rough patch in Arizona. It was nothing spectacular but it became a little ritual between the two of us. He’d watch football most Sundays and I’d pretend to be interested or act like I knew what was going on. Some days I’d cook a Sunday dinner and we’d break bread together. There were other times we’d just sit and reminisce together about our other two brothers and family members. We just enjoyed each others company and had fun. Much of it came from the lemon-flavored Amsterdam we liked to sip during these times. My point is this, people are important. Don’t become too busy that you no longer have time for people. Set aside some time, a special day, a special hour. Create a group chat, family hour – “Momday Monday”, “Friends Friday”, “We All Wednesday”, or “Funday Sunday”. Whatever you call it be sure to call those you love and start a new tradition, something more valuable than money – a memory!
Attention! Andy
So Special Series
By Ebony Mahone
Hi, my name is Andy!
Come get to know me, it’ll be dandy
Today I want to teach you about me
I have this thing called ADHD
It’s when you have a hard time paying attention
So there might be a few things I forget to mention
Sometimes it’s hard for me to be still
but just like any kid I still feel
Other times I can’t keep up with my own brain
It makes me wish I was the same
But there are still things I can do like you
One of my favorite things is going to the zoo
I like going to the park
and pitching tents after dark
I love to run and play
the only thing is I want to do it alllllll day!
Sometimes my special need is hard to explain
because you can’t physically see my pain
My name is Andy and I have a hard time paying attention
But wait! There is something I forgot to mention!
Sometimes it looks like I’m asking for trouble
but this puts me in a bubble
It separates me from you but that’s not what we should do
My teacher came up with something I want to mention
He used the word, “ATTENTION!”
When I would seem out of control
everyone would grab a hold
my teacher would clap and say, “ATTENTION!”
…..Then the rest of my class,
It really helped me pass
So now you know more about me
and my struggle with ADHD
So if you happen to see me shout out a nice, “How do!”
Because for the most part I’m just like you.
Randy Against Racism
So Serious Series
By Ebony Mahone
Hi, my name is Randy and I fight against racism
I want to tell you what racism is and why it’s not right
Racism is when you don’t like me just because I may be white
In other words, not liking me because of my skin
Not looking at the fact that we’re all the same within
Not so far back in the day
If you were white and I was black we couldn’t play
This was really sad
because of your skin they labeled you bad
Sometimes this issue pops up and causes an outrage
like George Floyd, Brianna Taylor, Trevon Martin who made news on the front page
Their lives were taken due mostly to the fact of their skin
But there are all races trying to ensure this doesn’t happen again
And because of new laws and people who’ve paved the way
There’s no reason you and I can’t play
Well I’m gonna ask that we all pitch in to do our part
getting to know me before you hate me is a great place to start
So if you see me you can ask if I’m alright
I’ll respond whether you’re black or white
…..or Asian, or Native, or Chinese, or Cuban,
or Latino, or whatever you are
The Fight in Me
By Ebony Mahone
There’s a fight in me that I can’t sometimes see
A fight in me that just won’t let me be
Maybe it came from poverty or not really being set free
But there’s a fight in me that other people tend to see
Only they call it attitude or being rude
But I peeped game and you’re quite shrewd!
The fight in me didn’t just come from nowhere
It came because people just didn’t care
Focused on simple shit like the length of my hair
Talked about me cuz my skin ain’t fair
You’ll see me walk by and can’t help but to stare
But behind my back you throwing the words
Cotton pickin’ nigger all in the air!
Not even gone get into how none of this is fair
Because remember these mothafuckas just don’t care
But one time for the one time
Yes, the fight in me wants to whoop yo’ ass
But I’m a woman with far too much class
While I may be too black to blush
Listen childish girl – hush!
Because with every word I’ve said
I’ve watched you turn ruby red
Another color you won’t see on me!
Naw, naw, no need for the third degree
The fact that you have black friends don’t impress me
So while you may not understand my fight
I love the fact that I’m not white
The reasons you hate me just ain’t right!
I hope that one day you see the light
Because I don’t hate you, I’m just writing what I see
My mamma taught me that’s not the way to be
It didn’t stop the fight in me
One day my fight might truly set my people free
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