My Mother's Daughter

I am my mother’s daughter

Eyes warm

Will not conform

Her Blue-black Midnight skin,

The lush abundance of melanin

Tell of lore, cuts and scratches sore.

Clanking heels lull me to slumber,

Yet she lays restless, casting demons asunder

The resemblance, I couldn’t see

Closeness felt, she can’t perceive

I am my mother’s daughter

Eyes warm

Will not conform

For she has risen as dawn, and fallen unafraid

Triumphs over fear, vanquished the years,

Moving mountains, soaring over seas, and touching the great heavens above

Unshaken, Unchanged, Unscathed

A woman like no other,

Her daughter’s mother