A Mothers Words

Mon, 01/13/2014 - 19:50 -- Ola

Remeber those days i went starving

those days the skin on my wrinkled hands

kept on carving

the future visualized by our clans.

Do you remeber how i walked barefoot,

toes clenching as the nails on the ground drove deeper 

unleashing the little blood my thin figure had.

Had i not provided for you?

Had i not sent you to the best schools?

My child forget about the pain my body felt

worry not about your mother.

Our melanin had been used to discrimante 

when i was your age.

I watched my mother cry many nights

as she rocked me to sleep.

So my beautiful daughter i will break my back

to continuously see you surpass my ancestors.





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