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