Shaped from the pale palms
Brown tree branches trace
Finger tips mold in praise
Your momma made
Gifted likeness in form
Bite of the apple of the tree
She is more than merely eve
Rich dark creation from the dawn
Depth of riches impossibly drawn
Wondrous deep mystery of universe
Collection of the lights breeding earth
Body of milky way, swerves of curves
Your momma made shaped in hers
Your momma palms gifted the form
HE would have you forget your momma
HE asserts to dismiss your momma
Gifted the gift from your momma
Constantly rejects creation of your momma
In your place as you witness the glory of the gift
Your momma blessed you love from her palms
Boldly formed not to forget.
About the Creator
Aqeedah Mujahid-Gaines
Writing has always been my outlet. I grew up on lock-down as an only daughter, in a sheltered home in the middle of the hood. I received my Bachelor's at Spelman College. I am a Jersey Shore Native Lenape Cherokee Indian Momma of twins.
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