This is a tribute that has been long overdue. For in this poem I take my hat off to you and bow to you. I say black woman stand up and take your rightful place because in reality you will always be ranked in 1st place.
For you teach history lessons when we as children don’t even realize that we are being taught.
Your eyes were windows to your soul that spoke words of wisdom that your mouth had never told.
You become part of history over night. You took up the burden and carried it for 9 months until you gave it life.
For this was the start of motherhood. A journey that you had to walk alone.
There were no teachers nor real helpers nor books that would have been a guide. Thus you took your place in history and you did it with pride. You were their protector; you gave your life and soul. Because they broke the mold.