Right from inception,
I always saw my mom as warrior
How she battled the tick-tock time to make sure she made the day before it made her
With shoulders padded with grace that pre-pardoned my sins seconds before they were committed
She was Sampson in eve’s form
With muscles and biceps sown deep in the soil of her fertile heart that grew nothing but love, kindness and smiles beautiful as salvation sounds
And that made see women as rare species
I often saw her in every girl young and old
And that always pushed my magnetic heart to each of them
Until the media changed my perception
And distorted my in born view from the truth
Until she was transformed into a utensil for pleasure
And her temple became Sodom’s castle with Delilah as the gatekeeper
Until she began to mask her skin in the guise of make-ups and contour
I often concurred to the fact that she will return to Mother Nature
But culture had its way of making her comfortable in her masquerade
Now I search for my Mom in every girl
But even google’s search results are no handful
All I see are beauties brainwashed into thinking that their worth ends in the four walls of a ring finger
Dear beauty,
Remember that you’re worth more
More than what culture defines you
More than what the syringes of cruel men injected into you
More than the overdose medications of negativity end time prescribed for you
You were not born to grow silent or lay beneath
You were made to make history like Mary
Deliverance to a world of evil
Your journey doesn’t end when you reproduce
It just begins because you nurture nations and generations in the guise of one
You are the key to humanities survival
Still searching for my Mom though
Hmmmm thought provoking