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.