Elaine Brown (Interlude)

Okay, can I do one more? It's really quick. So he said, "Blow black mother, black mother." He always announce the title and say, "black mother." This is rap, this is hip hop, this is all that, from the street. Poetry from the street

Black mother, I must confess that I still breathe

Though you are not yet free

What could justify my crying start

Forgive my coward's heart

But blame me not the sheepish me

While I be sleeping in a deep-deep sleep

And I be hazed and dazed and

Vipers fester in my hair

Black mother, I curse your drudging years

The rapes and heart-breaks, sweat and tears

But I swear on siege night dark and gloom

A rose I'll wear to honor you, and when I fall

The rose in hand

You'll be free and I a man

For slave of natural death who dies

Can't balance out to two dead flies

I'd rather be without the shame

A bullet lodged within my brain, black mother