My Black Mama
She's the dark night
Heaving in the tan of day
The magnanimous light in the glory of racism, cateism and Prejudice
Her winters shed and her summers are of a shimmering bronze
April blossoms in her grace
The covering of her head is nappy and laced with oil
She combines it with a splash of water and magic happens
My Black Mama
She said that it didn't matter the color of your skin and how you fit in
Just believe in the good, and believe in your God
He's always right
Them ignorant old folks will always live in the past as long as the string of hate is attached
Today son, I am nobody's slave
Moses knows
So beloved, Godspeed
We all bleed the same
My black Mama told me so
Taken From "Letters To My Son"
A poetry book that never ended.. haha
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