Mother

Mother

Mother, for many centuries I thought and felt as though you abandoned me, but it has been we for those times who have abandoned you. You have always been there and have never left us even before we were manifested into this painted realm of chaotic western disorder.

I was made to feel and to sacredly know that you have been placed inside of me, before I was yet here and that I loved you, and still love you this day. I often wondered of where you are this day and time; yes a time of when I feel that you are most needed because of your children being pushed away, dragged away and then made to be lead astray.

Since the beginning of your presence, it has always been one of a wonderful rhythm and grace. In your walk was the original design of the models this day as they saw of how you walked so beautifully with a vase upon your head and it never toppled. It was you in whom taught all civilizations of how to walk as a lady, as a woman. And in your beautiful voice as you sung to the heavens within for to express a love, a love so deep and penetrating as well as felt and desired for all of us to love and to feel inside and out. The walk that you gave us from the beginning was and is one of dignity, integrity and as a flowing and yet placid river to drink from for our younger women for to adapt too by way of example, even unto this day.

Your speech was and is eloquent and holds a wisdom and intelligence that can only be given by The Creator Itself. And I know that you, in that manner still exist. You are sacred, beautiful, respecting and loving in your way; and there has been no one as you. For I see you as I am expressing this and ask of you to return unto us for the sake of inside of us, as it is most needed this day.

I humbly and yet hurtfully ask of you, "Where are you Mother Africa?"

This day I am forced to no longer see you because of a wicked plague that is called a western civilization, even though I am able to feel you and that is why I will forever love your child the so-called black woman. Mother, your children have gone astray. This day, this time, this moment my heart and my thoughts reach out unto you for to have you back inside of the women that I love so much, so that we as men, can have back our self-respect and dignity. We need you to return unto them mother, so that they will return unto us.

As this sun dawns, she is walking the streets with her body exposed to the world by the affects of the immorality of the western world. She was first, elequent and of dignity; yet now she wants to be sexy in thinking that sexy, is classy. Her tonque speaks the language of foulness, boastfulness, lies and deceit and the destruction of the self-respect of her man and children. This day, she is exposed in public and do the most degrading acts in the world upon the camera without shame. She leaves herself behind and shows her body to the entire world, through foul magazines and thinks that it is an honorable act, when she is gifted and posses the voice of angles. But, this day, she sings and raps with foulness and degradation of her own community of women. She has shamed you, mother.

Mother where have you gone inside of her? Have we been deprived of your greatness for so long that we no longer know you? Do we no longer want you inside of us this day? I ask you to return to us from deep inside of her heart and mind, to save us from our own self-destruction, because without her, we will never rise to be what we are placed upon this earth to be.

I see pictures of you and am remembered of your presence even before I was manifested. Your calmness, your beauty and your love reminds me of who and what I am. It is you who is my sanity. It is you who are my greatest example under The Creator. It is your presence that is needed inside of this lost child today, that will preserve a dying nation of men, women and children. Mother, we need you to come to us inside of this woman today and remind her and therefore, reveal to her who you are and who she is, truly.

Great mother, who is as you are? Who have been hurt and degraded more than you? Who is it that have been most unprotected than you? You are not so buried down into the times of where I am not able to see you in this child today, to know you or to feel you. Please take her hand again and kiss it to remind her of her root and her eloquence. It has forever been you mother. Please show your face again.

David Anthony Brayboy