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Float like a feather, sting like a bee;
That's what Mama always told me.
She says that I gotta let go,
But stay strong.
She tells me,
"Don't let that boy get the best of ya,
Because ain't no boy worth your future."
But I told her she was wrong,
And that was four months ago,
And that was when Daddy told me he was sick and that he couldn't help me with my homework no more,
Because he couldn't afford to learn new things,
Lest he forget the old ones.
And that was four months ago,
When Mama told me to stop calling,
And to stop asking her to forgive me, 
Because I wasn't a girl to be forgave.

Float like a feather, Sting like a bee;
That's what my daddy once told me,
When he was coughing up a lung and he couldn't say much,
Because he knew his time had come,
And mama wasn't there to hug me.
He told me to stay strong,
Not to let that boy leave me,
Because me and that boy were in love,
And daddy knew and I knew,
And the whole damn neighborhood knew,
But mama stopped answering my calls,
So I couldn't tell her about the ring on my finger
And about her new grandson.

Float like a feather, sting like a bee;
That's what my aunt Mae told me,
When Mama got sick, too, 
And the first person she asked for was me.
I remembered to stay strong,
Even if my husband told me he couldn't go with me then, 
But to take little Johnny, 
Because that'd make Mom happy.
And I begged him to please, come,
But he couldn't, 
So me and Johnny went to see the grandma I hadn't ever told him about,
Because she still never forgave me.

Float like a feather, sting like a bee,
That's what Mama told me, 
Right before she gasped for air that would never reach her lungs.
I told Johnny to stay strong, 
Because grandma didn't want him to cry,
But when he asked me why she didn't say she loved me,
I cried.
Mama had never forgiven me,
All because I told her she was wrong,
And that was 4 years ago,
And that was when I wished I could go back, 
And float away like a feather,
And leave my mark,
Like a bee sting.

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