i am intricate

i cannot be undone

although the sun

often tries

to unravel me


please don’t cut yourself into

halves, eighths and quarters

it makes it harder to hold you


-       ethnicity


makes the heart warm


woman loves her children

to the marrow

of their bones

woman snatches

their sadness


woman bathes in the sun

woman came from the sun

but when the rain comes

she welcomes it well

she has known rain

like no other

woman got two homes

two tongues

knows more than

them books


woman walks with woman

before her

after her

woman walks with me


- a poem for my mother and for all women. everywhere. homage to gil scott-heron 

all photos are thanks to paul strand and milton rogovin.