To all the black mothers

They say a mothers love Is everything You could say Infinite A key ingredient needed For the upbringing of her children For a black mother Parenthood is a little different There are so many factors to consider Like racism and safety They have to love their children extra harder Just to hide the noise of all the hatred They spend hours doing our hair just For the school system to say its 'distracting' A constant battle between love and protection For us They cannot coexist as one It's either be soft And they become naive to the world Or be tough To teach them how to avoid racism It's a constant battle Switching from one to the other Trying to find the perfect balance Trying to shield our innocence Whilst trying to instill resilience Trying to make sure that they can always come home Whilst trying to make sure they come home They may not be perfect But to me thats irrelevant Because when I see all they've been through and all that they've done They are stronger than anyone And their love for us more special Because its tough being a mother But almost impossible to be a black mother A job no one else could possibly do So to all the black moms I love you