<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=439073" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mama, Why You Put Your Cleats On?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mama, <br>Why you put your cleats on? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gotta keep in the run, son.<br>This turf is getting harder than concrete.<br>Gotta keep a strong pace going...<br>Ahead of those asleep on the streets.<br>I'm gonna make sure we eat.<br>And have a place safe enough to sleep.<br>That's why your mama tieing up her shoes, <br>With the cleats! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But mama...<br>Why you putting that mask on your face? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Chile...<br>I gotta do what mamas do, <br>With a constant smile, <br>That protects my grace.<br>If I did not wear a mask...<br>Those in my way may detect a frown.<br>I've worn that for too long, <br>For them to trace now, <br>My child! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But mama...? <br>Explain the shoulder pads.<br>I don't understand that at all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I'm going into those heated fields...<br>With those accustomed to playing hardball.<br>They are accustomed to leave others, <br>In pain, sorrow and abuse.<br>Mama ain't gonna put up with that.<br>Or use that to do nothing...<br>To sit home with you, <br>Teaching it's okay to be afraid with excuses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I'm certainly not the one, <br>Who is going to be left wounded and bruised.<br>Mama's gonna be the one, <br>Right up in the meanest face.<br>To leave them boo hooing too! <br>Now give me that bat! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But mama...<br>Ain't you dressed for football? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Chile...<br>When you get older, <br>And hopefully you will.<br>You're gonna learn how to dress, <br>For any game to be played.<br>Now...<br>Hand me that helmet.<br>And get out of mama's way! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, ma'am!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lawrence+S.+Pertillar">Lawrence S. Pertillar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=439073" data-title="Mama, Why You Put Your Cleats On? de Lawrence S. Pertillar" data-description="Mama, Why you put your cleats on? 'Gotta keep in the run, son. This turf is getting harder than concrete. Gotta keep a strong pace going... Ahead of those asleep on the streets. I'm gonna make sure we eat. And have a place safe enough to sleep...."></div> </div> </div>

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