harvest for mama

For my dream…
The summer heat of the day
Was for my mother
The filthy gnat -mad field
Was for my mother
The bone-cracking labor of the woods
Was for my mother
The life of shelling corns
Was for my mother
Romping deep in decaying slims
Was for my mother
The work of the mill
Was for my mother
The weight of grains
Was for my mother
The sweat and stink of the field
Was for my mother
The cruel hiss of the whip
Was for my mother
The groan of the dying
Was for my mother
The roar of the Mississippi
Was for my mother
The burden of chains
Was for my mother
The farm of grain
Was for my mother
The stench of the field
Was for my mother
The yelling note of the overseer
Was for my mother
No never again
Will I be the slave
Because of my mother

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Scott said…
This one left me breathless.

The contrast between love and resolve to be a free spirit.

Once again, thank you for your brilliance.

I am honoured to know you and to speak with you.

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