Mama Africa - A Poem by Selome Araya
- By Selome Araya
- Published March 17, 2008
- Poetry
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Selome Araya
Selome Araya is a community activist that has coordinated and helped to organize numerous projects and programs with various organizations in the
Ms. Araya currently works as a consultant and reporter with Fahamu-Networks for Social Justice in
Mama Africa
She’s our mama
Rich and spiritual
In all the right places
She nourishes us
Gives us our identity
Our foundation
But she was hurt
By many dark moments
By many cold people
And she’s still healing
I can hear her
As she asks us to be kind to her
Don’t be mad babies
I am still love
I am still strong
I am still a reflection of you
They tried to rip us apart
Divide us into fragments
Tell us that we weren’t beautiful
And silence our essence
But you know mama
She wouldn’t let that happen
She gives soil to the children
Fertilizing their minds
With traditions that shake up any invasion
And crumble it into the nothingness from which it came
I give to you these powers
These powers of resistance
These powers to define yourselves as beautiful
These powers to stand up
To rise
To unite
To take back your land
To hold each other’s hands
You are all my children
And that makes you each other’s siblings
That makes you shine brighter than any mineral they steal from my womb
From any project they design in our name
Any tactics they have to wipe us out
Any weapons they import to keep us fighting
Just like me
You are strength
You are integrity
You are divinity
You are sacred
You are beautiful
You are humanity
You
Are where it all began
And you
Can bring it all back
The peace
The justice
The structures we had
The systems we built
The way of life that we created
The spiritual integrity that defines us
It is time
To lift me up
I am still your mama
And I know you
I know you are bigger than
Genocide
I know you are more than
War
I know you are more than
Hating your own
You are free now
Free to hug yourselves again
To be proud
To look in the mirror
And see beauty
Don’t let them define it for you
It is the thing that will bring us down
Your mama is here
Watching
Praying
Listening
Hurting
I believe in you
My children
My children
My children spread out
All over the world
I believe in you, too
Please love each other
Please hold each other
Please unite with each other
If not for me
For the ancestors
Love
Mama Africa