I wonder if Mary even wanted to give
birth to Jesus
if asked would she have said yes to become undressed of skin
clothes in Chapel
A flesh sacrifice
she birthed God's child but God gets all
the credit
she gets all the trauma of
never been called mother
only bother.
people forget that Jesus was her son and
then their Savior
but that is the only way
people seem to remember a black girls
murder is as a sacrifice
hmm
a revelation
That even in death black
people are still contributing to better
society
the mother in me wants to know
why do we tell Mary not to weep
how dare
we tell a woman she's not warned her son
or even question her purpose
does Mary
the first example of a woman being used
for a greater purpose.
am I supposed to
be happy that I was selected to be
angel and not alive no my son was not
crucified
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem