To My Mother

I salute thee of the bloodline of black queens From whose womb was birthed a great dream A great mind of the bloodline of black kings Who washed my infant head in the black stream I hail thee who loves and cares for the black king Of whose heir I am; black blood and black gene The black man who grew this black being Towards becoming a major actor in the black scene I prostrate for you, o black queen Whose hands nursed such a black king Whose head needs no crown to confirm her queenship I must build you a statue before I'm offboard this spaceship Your brown eyes watched me on my cradle bed It's you I suckled, from your bosom I was fed On your thighs, o black queen, my infant ass sat On them I lied too while my back you pat © Kanu Ekpezu