A Going Home Song
(In celebration of Lucille Hardison and the Spirit of the African American Woman)
By Lesley-Ann Brown
We
survive
Because
of
You.
You.
Knowing
how to
Make
ends meet
From
nothing…
To
Something.
That is
the magic
That is
you.
When
did your
Journey
begin?
Was it
with the
Coming
of
Ancestors,
Across
the
Atlantic
The
panic
The sorrow
thick
like
Syrup
in
Blood.?
Or was
it
In fields
South
Where
Memories
Erased--
Fate?
In your
Ear--
Ancestors
Is why
we are
Here.
Your spirit
Fought
And
protected--
A
Legacy
Always
Respected.
Teaching
children
love
By being there.
(Your
soul
Navigated
a
System,
Not Designed
For
Black
women.)
But
still your Rose up
And so,
We Rise Up.
Women,
men
Children…
A
lineage
Pointing
back
Black--
To
something
We Honor
Everytime
we speak
mother.
Everytime
We
speak mother.
January
8, 2013--Copenhagen, Denmark