Sunday morning
Corn muffins, sausage, scrambled eggs
All to be consumed before Mass at 11:30 am
And we better not be late
Or else God is going to have another angel
\”Can Kachi come outside and play today?\”
You cross your arms and tilt your head
Mhm.
You better be in the house before the street lights come on
Equipping me with just enough cash
for a popsicle from the Mr. Softy truck
She has the kind of love that holds you tight
and rocks you back and forth
The one that asks if you\’ve eaten today
and feeds you despite your answer
That kind of love that moves mountains
and parts the sea
The first mother was a Black woman
A legacy reincarnated again and again
to perform the greatest acts of mankind
My Black momma showed me who God was
and confirmed that She is indeed a Black Woman