I am the Mother of Blackness; I have felt the sorrows, I am the evolution of man, I the ender of grief;
I am the torch of Harriet, Soldier Sojourners,
the battlefield of freedom Bud and the blossom, O Mother Race! to thee I bring; I am the seed of justice, and the banner of blackness.
The bark of the tree call roots, I sing the songs of my ancestors God bless the Queen.
I am the prophet and the DNA of the Messiah poet, Afraid be not thee strong armored spirit; I let not the tears Upon this blood of tarnish decreed, I have lived before, I shall return again, I the black wings of chamber, know the hidden secrets of the dead, there is no power that lies upon the earth. I am the rib ascetics Ancestors
of Jesus the blood line serf and the king;
I cure the tears of the bending branch,
I nurture the grounds of roots.
I lead the army to freedom of self,
When I come near they shall sing.
Black as the bronze skin, white as the wooly white hair,
Fire in the eyes of life, savior to the brother like I.
Black are my hands as the black bronze clay;
my fingers as clay; Yet let thy tears be far warn upon the grave, To see my soul breathe, de' bleeding of my wombs, their shall be no disappears, I the Solomon and Jesus lives on within the chosen, of the black wings of chambers frown as the midnight,
Fair is my brow as the day.
Battle and war are my destiny
doing my will as mother soldier;
I am the passion of love,
Peace is given upon the almighty trust;
Speak to me in the spirit of our join.
To kill the nest is to kill the queen.
I am eyes that you may see.
Thou feet that you shall lead;
I the breath when it is hard to breathe
The shelter that you may retrieve; Oh come within my bosom, the holy sanctuary of thy trust, I the mother of blackness shall guide you to the house of the almighty God.