I am my mother’s daughter

Eyes warm 

Will not conform 

Her Blue-black Midnight skin,

The lush abundance of melanin

Tell of lore, cuts and scratches sore. 

Clanking heels lull me to slumber, 

Yet she lays restless, casting demons asunder  

The resemblance, I couldn’t see

Closeness felt, she can’t perceive

I am my mother’s daughter 

Eyes warm

Will not conform 

For she has risen as dawn, and fallen unafraid 

Triumphs over fear, vanquished the years,

Moving mountains, soaring over seas, and touching the great heavens above

Unshaken, Unchanged, Unscathed 

A woman like no other,

Her daughter’s mother