Mother of all
humanity.
Taken from Adam,
literally
fashioned by God.
Clothed in
strength and honor.
Full lips
lifting up her Black man and
guiding her
Black children.
Skin, kissed by
the sun, highlighting its natural,
smooth, rich
melanin glow.
Hair, coiling in
defiance to what was once called “beauty,”
redefined to all
that she is.
Full breasts and
round hips,
letting the
world know she is the mother of all creation.
She moves in
grace,
like the
hypnotic melody of the wind.
She is the
beginning,
the present,
and she is what
is yet to come.
She is pride.
She is culture.
She is love.
She is truth.
For she is the
Black Woman,
mother of all
humanity,
taken from Adam,
literally
fashioned by God.
ldw ©
Poem Written By Lyris D. Wallace
