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Wall from Grace
Bent brown hands
Twisted with age
Soothed my brows
Erased my pain
Smiling wrinkled potato faces
Scrunched with laughter
Provided me with escapes
From the daily slaughter
A child's worth and well being
In a house that was not safe
And pressed me to their bosoms
A beckoning familiar place
Many was the time they were my only solace
From the white brutal forces
Thank you God for these brown women
Who delivered me with their graces
Twisted with age
Soothed my brows
Erased my pain
Smiling wrinkled potato faces
Scrunched with laughter
Provided me with escapes
From the daily slaughter
A child's worth and well being
In a house that was not safe
And pressed me to their bosoms
A beckoning familiar place
Many was the time they were my only solace
From the white brutal forces
Thank you God for these brown women
Who delivered me with their graces
Published 14th Jan 2019
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