MY MOTHER IS BLACK

Alas a child is born
To a woman not fair
She labors to the core
And hallucinates in the deep
To bring forth a child unknown
A great battle won

Alas a cry is heard
By a woman not fair
The pains of the heart flee
Giving rise to joy incomparable
A life she gives
To a baby so innocent

Behold, the love of a mother
A mother not fair
She cares for her own
And more for the strange one
She loves to love
And more, to be loved

Hail the womb of a mother
With stories so great to tell
Early she wakes
And late she sleeps
Nothing, but to care for the household
Thus my mother and she is not fair
She is black