MOTHERKIND: DONNA MICHELLE

Mother of all Invention
I am Mother to all Mankind
In labour for eons, it was not enough
Conceived too early, He was prematurely born
My breast swelled with pride when He began to speak
When He learned to walk
When He learned to burn
And when He learned, too soon, how these things meant power
And when He did not learn, how they could hurt
Him, burn
Him, scar
Him
But by then He had grown
And I could not nurse Him through
Slaving and being enslaved through
Torture through
Genocide through
Holocausts through
All of his growing pains,
But could only hope they would make a man of Him