Poetry Lounge: Moon Chile of Mine

They say self love is the most revolutionary act, 

But I would argue that a Black mothers love is way more radical in action.

Mainly because the first time we meet God is when we gaze in our mothers faces. 

We saw God in our grandmothers hands.

Needle and thread

Praying that when this skirt is finished that there will be Utopia for our children.

"Here" your mothers says. "Your grandmother made you a skirt"

The fabric makes your imagine what an African princess might wear. 

You embody her actions w lil remix.

You dance in that skirt, laugh and then fall asleep in it.

Safe and sound.

The moon is watching.

But instead of sleeping with you

Your mother drops to her knees and cries at the moon.

The news is talking about another dead Black child

But even in her fear and agony something God like always stirs in her  womb reassuring you 

don't be scared for your Black child.

Blackness holds up the stars, sun and moon.

You.

So don't stop dreaming, mommy

And let your sowing continue to synchronizes the universe.