You’ve sweat, bled, and worked diligently
To provide and survive.
You’ve fought endlessly for equal rights,
love, respect and what defines moral standards.
You sung songs, wrote words of wisdom,
poetry, gave stories and taught us well.
If I had the opportunity to design a mural mine would be a tribute to the mothers.
Mothers from all over the diaspora,
mothers from Africa, Brazil, the Caribbean, and the U.S.
The mothers on the mural are teachers, because mothers are our first teachers.
