Betta Ast Ya Mama

I dun speak a gud Englis

and ma swarin jus as bad

Ben rais in Nawlins but

I's wonderin if en ya know ma pappi



betta ast ya mama



I den had a babe naw missir

ebebodi no we ben in dat chicken coup

ya say I's a sweet lil thang

and my Bessy eben look lik you



betta ast ya mama



Ebethin I no is wat ma taught

I's ken spell and write ma name

drink moe dan da fishis ma pa caught

eben smoke moe fuel den an airplane



betta ast ya mama



Dem heifas say ma hair is nappi

but I's pay dem no mine

dey jus jealus coz I's happi

den marrid me a fine kelbin kline



betta ast ya mama



See I no ma gud uben heaben

jus a grinnin frum ear to ear

I's ofen thank him fa ma mama

cuz I's glad to be hir

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is a contribution and appreciation of the african american language in the 1930's.

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