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My Mother’s Daughter

April 15, 2021
By RuthieBrown BRONZE, Valley Stream, New York
RuthieBrown BRONZE, Valley Stream, New York
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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

The author's comments:

My mother encourages me to be bold and unafraid. Through thick and thin she supports me unconditionally. This is a poem I wrote for Mother's Day and a piece from my upcoming poetry book ESCAPISM: A Narrative Case Study of Black Womanhood.

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