Black Madonnas
BLACK MADONNAS…
(For My Mother, Her Sisters And Mine Too)
The have toiled
In blood and pain:
Birth.
They have labored
In sun and rain;
Their tears
Have watered
Sunken graves:
Earth.
They are the ebony loins
From which we sprung:
Old
And
Young.
They are the guardians of our faith;
Surviving for our sake.
Without them, Precious Lord,
Where would we be?
Jesus! I thank God for the Mothers
Who have Fathered me!
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