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Black Motherhood


From the street sirens to the gun shots,

she was there.

From the morgue to the funeral she was there.

All I see are dark skinned mothers having to be resilient.

While the father and son are gone,

momma is all alone.

the black mother must stay alone, and must take care of her own.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life.&nbsp;</p>

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