Black Mother Poems
Unita’s Fields of Freedom From sharecropper’s soil,Her journey began,A black mom’s dream,In the Delta land.With cotton fields vast,And days long and hard,She found her strength,And raised her guard.In the struggle’s light,Her voice grew strong,From quiet fields,To freedom’s song.She led with grace,In marches bold,A beacon bright,In stories told.Through every fight,And every stand,Unita’s legacy,Sweeps this land. Meaning…