[embed]https://soundcloud.com/blackloveprjct/for-akuvi[/embed]my mothermy sweet, warm mother.her dark skin glows with years of wisdom and sorrowmy sweet, foreign motherMonrovia's girlmy strong motherthick bodied but gentlelong fingers crooked and softly withered by labor and timei want to weep while i lay in her lapwe will not always have these momentsshe will return to Godshe has never belonged to mebut i have always been hersshe has taught me to work until my fingers bleedto work through a bleeding heartto pray to God when the dawn comesand in the stillness of nights when God speaksshe bleeds for meher heart breaks with my ownshe’s seen it before in her own lightshe knows the way to healingi gladly rest my head on her breaststhose nourishing moundsi listen to her heart beat to find my way