Oh, Mama, Mama
Not my first word
But at last I speak.
Born of you
Blind to you
Dumb for you
And for all who hunger
For the sound of your name.
But now I open my mouth
And my mouth will not be silenced.
Never will my mouth cease to speak
Elohimama the hidden half of heaven
To my sisters and brothers
To You, oh, surely to You
And speaking to You I see You
The beautiful birther of all.
At last I speak
What should have been my first word
Oh, Mama, Mama. Carol Lynn Pearson is an author, poet, screenwriter, playwright, activist. Learn more on her website at clpearson.com.
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