She sat at night

Telling me of a place

Where mother and child

Sits to hear

The moon

As it shines

To smell the rain

As it touches the roof

To feel the pain

Of motherhood

She says a word

But i never know

The meaning

A day from home

Teaches me a memory

My mama!

My treasure

My path and love

Each whip at my back

In chains of neck

And feet

Makes tears roll down

Not of the pain

But for the forgotten

African child

Whose mum

Will weep at night.

By Minstrel

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