Mothering Us

She had moved in- reconnecting endings, like shadows following us.

Rising, to make amends, telling of her memoirs-

thoughts of he, thoughts of she,

Never losing the weight -she sacrificed her dreams.

Mothering -to make the lights turn on.

Mothering, to keep that heat- singe every fiery demon within.

Mothering our names,

Mothering our pelvic rhythms,

Mothering my veins,

Mothering my wings that one day I might overstand the outcomes.

My people gave the earth it’s dirt, my people are like you

wanting to survive –

wanting life as privilege,

wanting to taste goodness, like galaxies

wanting joy like religion,

wanting love, like sweet Serengeti,

wanting their freedoms like you….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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17 thoughts on “Mothering Us

  1. Wow! The poem is powerful indeed. I love how you have written it so well. It seems so relatable to what the world is enduring right now with the war on terror. The refugees and the damage that their country suffers due to it. The loss and pain they went through is undeniably strong for us even to understand. Much love.

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