**for mother's day: my black 'mama' poem

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This poem isn't specific to any one person, or one color. It is written in honor of Strong Mother's everywhere. Happy Mother's Day! lmr

 
if you could only see
my mama standing
in harlem, at sunset
the cruel wind
threatening
in vain
to rearrange
her natural hair...
you'd know this woman was
a rare & beauteous
poem...
 

a bare roots,
boogaloo-philly dance of
a poem...
a joe tex, al green,
otis redding listening
poem... a sweet-
potato pie, chitlins,
grits & gravy,
deliciously rich type
poem...
 

a my-man's-gone-
but-i'm-still-
standing poem...

a whatever-
doesn't-kill-me-
makes-me-a-
stronger poem...

a hand-on-one-hip
'boy don't you give no lip,'
daydreams are
forbidden here...
it's truth or
consequences...
& oh yes, i am
a fearless poem...

a please... address me as
"Your Majesty" cuz
'i used to be
a queen
& can't nobody tell
my spine
any diff'rently' poem!

if you could see
my mama standing
erect
after the shit tude
this america's
dumped upon her
shoulders, you'd say...

'DAMN!


if that ain't superwoman...
then she sho nuff
must be some
kinda gravity-
defying... strong
fierce, defiantly
black, keep on,
keepin' on...
i got your back

poem!


**originally published in Painted Bride Quarterly

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