The Orgarn Of Your Origin

Never question her because she knows best.
Never call her warnings the runtings of an old woman.
Remember Mama raised you with a vision.
And she,realized your dream,held you in her arms,looked you in the eye and said,"Crab tight your dreams child,and,never let them fall through the cracks,and,if they fall squeeze your hand between them and get your blessings back!"
Because she instiled in you courage,bravery and strength at a tender age...

Child...remember Mama raised you.
It was her touch that silenced you.
Her warmth that maulded you.
Her heart that gave you direction so you can see further than the possible beyond the impossible...
like,learn that your past can't rope you,tie you,tangle you,entwine you in times lost.
Moments unlived.
Words unspoken.
Broken promises.
Shattered dreams and she gave you structure,gave you balance,gave you security,gave you blessings...
she gave you culture...
gave you her tongue that tought you who to atter(ke ea leboha)thank you...
(ke kopa ts'oarelo)am sorry...
(lumela o phela joang)greetings.
Toght you how to be hamble.
Tought that to go somewher,you've got to start somewhere.
She gave you roots like mother nature,she natured you.

Mama realized your dreams before you could ever be.
Before it ever was.
Because even before your birth she put you higher than a padestal and she framed you like Mona Lisa,and your beauty exceeded the Picasso.
Before daylight robbed you off your child-like innocence.
Like your destiny was predicted on a scrol by prophets of God before you were birthed.
Like,there were once miracles in that story she read you...but,know that angels have no wings because child,no angel can compare to the woman who raised you...
mothered you...
held you in her arms...
looked you in the eye...
Searching...for herself in the inner you.
Searchin...for the embodyment of truth...
because she is the orgarn of your origin.