TRIGGER WARNING: This poem was written May 25, 2020 after the heinous murder of George Floyd one year ago today. This poem depicts violent imagery, yet not nearly as violent as what the world witnessed on the day (now) 7-year old Gianna Floyd had her father ripped from her life.
The contents of this poem may be haunting and are not meant for young audiences, those who have witnessed or have directly experienced forms of violence. Please be advised.
The Mothers Have Come
Our Mother Ancestors are enraged.
The pillaging of Black bodies at the hands of
white supremacist tyrannical delusions,
acts of violence and psychological warfare
have resurrected the spirits.
The Mothers have come.
There is more to be atoned for than white delusions can understand.
Our Mother Ancestors have grown weary from
their lineage being hunted down as prey
and hearing their last breath calling for their mother (we heard you)
or for air (we heard you)
or for change (we heard you).
Tears of blood running down our Mother Ancestors’ cheeks
as they hold in their hands each precious Black pearl
that they have been so careful to surround with love, power and hope.
Only to have those pearls drowned and suffocated in their own blood.
The Mothers have come.
Vengeance belongs to the Lord
and the Patrons of Vengeance are en route.
Weapons cannot save you because
you can’t kill what you cannot see.
You can’t apprehend what you cannot touch
and you cannot terrorize what is beyond terror.
Even Mother Nature has reached a boiling point
where she too is stepping in
with fire, famine and fear.
Nothing in your training has prepared you
for what is next.
The Mothers have come.
The Mothers have come.
The Mothers have come.
DR. KECIA BROWN 
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