By Diana M.

How about some lyrical verse for Mother’s Day? Why the hell not? Here we go…

For those of you who sleep-trained and then realized with a frown
There’s something else on Sundays and that shit is going down.
Next you have to Tompkins-train your kid to learn to chill
So you can get your bad ass on the court like this Fresh Kill:

Your toddler’s screaming “Mama” while you’re lining up your shot
It’s August and they’re cranky and it’s motherfucking hot.
You show up for your team because you walk on fucking water
We know it’s gonna creep up on your little son or daughter..
That mama is a gangster and she rocks BTSH
And absolutely nothing fucking rhymes with BTSH.
But here is Liza Watts showing ladies how it’s done
She jumps that goddamn F train with her stroller, stick, and son.
So here’s to baller Mama’s, we are holding up our glasses,
A day to chill for you, and Dad can wipe their little asses.

Happy Mother’s Day to:

Amy D
Liza W
Natasha S
Nadya 
Sasha 
Andrea C
Hannah S
Becky N
Heather O
Rabi
Kami M

And absolutely anyone we’ve missed.

Love,
BTSH Media