Naudia Williams
She makes her cornbread with the sweat of your grandmother’s hands
Yo mama so Blk she treats all your friends like the next to kin
Yo mama so Blk she has a heart of Gold and a hand of iron
Yo mama so Blk she make miracles out of penniless situation
Yo mama so Blk she hopscotches over oppression
Yo mama so Blk she still look 22
Yo mama so Blk she got the sojourner truth type of determination
Yo mama so Blk her faith has changed nation
Yo mama so Blk she’s one of Gods favorite creations
Yo mama so Blk she ain’t scared of nothing
Except losing you
If you come home pass your curfew she’s worried sick about you
Yo mama so Blk she prays for you
The type of prayers that shack the shackles from around your soul
Your mother just wants you to grow
Yo mama so Blk her soul poured into Sunday’s soul food
She’s nourishes you with proverbs and a switch
Yo mama so Blk she’s a medical mystery
Yo mama so Blk her war cry is break every chain
Yo mama so Blk her melanin melts away mourning
Yo mama so Blk the moon envies her midnight
Yo mama so Blk
She has a force of God under her tongue
you can hear her yell 6 blocks down the street to stop letting the air out her house
Yo mama so Blk she cracked epidemics square across their jaws
She is a living testament of Father Time being a dead beat
Your Black mother is timeless
Yo mama so Blk her rich laughter swells a room and bust the ceiling at its seams
Yo mama so Blk dark skin aunt (pronounced ant) Viv was made in her image
Yo mama so Blk she finally gets her flowers while she’s here on earth
Yo mama so Blk God was made in her image
Yo mama so Blk she’s every woman that didn’t know her own strength
Yo mama so Blk Whitney Houston sang about her
Yo mama so Blk she is warm biscuits on a fall evening