I would see her walk outside
Sometime just eating ,other times hiding from the cruel sun
A very Joyful mother , left now in deep sorrow
She would walk up the fields with happiness written all over
Now , just a shy figure
Too shy to see the light
She realized no joy was coming her way
And gloom covered the whole sky , gloom that broke clouds loose .
Hope was there but now no more
The voice of a weeping mother ,her eyes sore from tearing
Her body too weak to carry itself and all this just by a Tick, goddamn!!
No one would understand her pain ,we were not of common tongue
A beast meant to bring joy ,now brew anger amongst us
All of us could see her pain ,the pain of a weeping mum
But no one ,absolutly no one could understand her.
Happiness flipped to Gloom ,like the sides of a coin .
All we did was Hope and Pray .
BEAUTIFUL BLACK CHILD
Beautiful Black Child 