Mama!
When a grown man cries out mama
It reminds us he’s still a child
A child of God
A child of his mother
A child of a nation that never knew him
What do you see in the man on the street, America?
What do you see, Oh land of the free?
A criminal?
A thug?
A stranger?
A statistic?
A color?
A human?
A son?
A child is screaming in pain
Is he yours?
Does he belong to you?
Will you pick him up?
America is a neglectful mother
Refusing to cradle in your arms
Unwilling to calm his fears
Reluctant to dry his tears
Are the dark ones your sons, America?
Can the dark ones sit upon your lap? Drink from your breast? Be cradled in your arms? Rest upon your strength?
Will you rock them to sleep with the lullaby of your land?
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Can the dark ones call this nation home?
Will they die on the streets alone?
The sons of Africa are crying out
The blood of the sons of Africa demands an answer
America, are you my mother?
Comforter. Nurturer. Confidant. Healer. Friend
America, are you our mother?
Mama. Mama. Mama.
May God bring justice to the family of George Floyd 🙏🏾
