Upon my back;
I carry this sack
Which history gave to me,
Within it I try my best to keep
some speck of dignity.
The sack is full
my loads' not light
Yet my strenght increases
As I continue my flight.
Through life and pain,
Through heartache and rain,
I fall with my loads
And get up again.
I bear & carry children with this load upon my back,
Overcoming great struggles, while still under attack.
With oppression still on my heels
The enemy spins the wheel.
I play my cards and
call Satan's bluff,
though a nasty hand he deals.
Strong, Black, Beautiful & Brazen;
I continue to feel..
..from deep within; fro heart & womb,
though underestimated & disrespected
I will not be consumed.
I extort pride from this burden I bring,
my ability to absorb & extract
makes me mother of everything!
I am God's feminine counterpart;
I am "Mother Nature"..!
My blackness is his art!
This Motherland endurance,
held by the feminine one within.
The Queen of all Queens,
with the bronzed & blackened skin.
I am she ho God has chosen
To bring forth the beauty within;
This earthly realm of wickedness;
I've endured the gut of its sin.
Worn body & mind;
And I still stand..
..Carrying out grueling, pre-ordained acts;
Somehow my spirit is still in tact.
Thought I still carry this heavy sack;
It's God and Mother Earth who have my back!