Mother? Mother is a nation.
Her womb is the translation of
GOD’S mercy; her wisdom holds
up the sky like warm hands, rain
washing tears aside.
Now I see how heaven rest at her
feet. She’s the nurse that nurtures
the earth like new birth;
life is at her breast and our rest
is upon her shoulders often times
with no one to hold her.
She is the origin of humanity
and a cure for our insanities, her
body fashioned perfectly.
Home is beautiful because she
makes it be, she creates it, see?
She claimed it.
Called it by name like she named it
& she is as black as the space that holds
the stars in place with hair that grows
according to her space so give her space to.
She’s essential, indispensable like Imani
means FAITH and faith warms the space
that most people worship in like mother is
the name for GOD on every babe’s
lips worshipping, and she takes it all in
like it’s worth it, man!
Her way is the way of a MOTHER,
and sometimes we’re in the way as
men; so, take each day to honor your mother
as if she’s your way into heaven.
© Kesau’c N. Hill
Excerpt from his book Serengeti Noise
About the Author
Kesau’c N. Hill is an ex-gang member who, at the age of sixteen, was convicted of murder and sentenced to serve 15-years to Life in the California Department of Corrections. Fighting became a lifestyle that would accompany the gang world deathstyle. However, he would soon be mentored by an English teacher named John Murphy who saw past his tough guy exterior into something explosively creative.
He introduced him to the art of poetry and the power of the spoken word. He’d use that power to his advantage when his life serving Life became too difficult to bear. By defiantly writing poetry all over his prison cell walls “meaning” and “Passion” was discovered, hope and a sound vision was realized. Quite literally, poetry saved his life.
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