Divine Mama

She wakes me up to draw her

So she can pray

For me

For we

Divine mothers appear at every turn

Teaching me

Leading me

Learned God is a black woman

Praying more fervently now

It all makes sense

And then it doesn’t again

Two headed not two faced

Hearing the words they don’t say

Seeing the pain and the peace they don’t display

Don’t try to hide it I’ll see it anyway

She wakes me up to draw her

So she can pray

for me

for we

Divine mothers appear at every turn

Soul Shares:

https://dcs.megaphone.fm/CAD7333497420.mp3?key=e5dfdae458a46d25d1abebf7dde12c5b

https://music.apple.com/us/album/get-free/1453748262?i=1453748439

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AP73UWf0FE4

Art: Charcoal on paper – Tiffany Nicole

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