Is We Poo?

Mama says...
"the heat will be on soon"
as her, me and brother huddle close together
in a dark, small room.

Other than the street lights
that glim slightly through holes of the closed window shades
there is nothin' bright
about this night.

Eatin' cold hot dawgs and beans
on the flo' I ask mama
"is we po'?"

Mama just looked at me...
than began to speak soft and
tenderly.

"Son it is true that outside these doors
there are folks that got more stuff than
me or you.

There are houses that are built big and tall
clothes that fit and are never too small.
Ice boxes filled to the top...
and heat that never stops.

Yes....baby, indeed it's true
there are folks that have more than me or you.
They never worry for anything
they are free to dream of different things.

But baby...if you really listen
hear me say that God
has always provided a way.

Is we po'....well how can we be
when Jesus died for you and me?
Everyday we wake up to treasures
as God watches over all are endeavors.

Yes, you've seen some hard times in your
young life.
And believe that sometimes it breaks my heart to
have given you such a rough start.

But I hope that when you become a man
you will come to understand
that faith and love
is far greater than anything one can gain
by the work of his own hands.

Is we po'...well I don't know about you
but the Lord has given me everything I've ever asked for
cuddled underneath these blankets in this dark, little room."

"Mama"
"yes baby"
"I guess we aint po at all"