I do not know where the creek roams about, where the mother of a skinny black girl shouts. A single mother perhaps, but a beauty indeed. For the mother have lost herself. She roamed around shout and shout but echo she does know. As everyone around her her are close to her toe in toe. As she screams at the black empty mirror and it breaks, she sees her ghost as the fragile body shakes. She floats to the sky high and high till she see earth no more, yet it was a black hill made out of dark glass and see her dark reflection with her dark shadow and the dark sky with the dark tree and a wonder why. Not why for guilt but guilt was not the word. I cried and cried shout and shout, but with out a doubt i knew I KNEW, that I am me, for I did not lose myself but I found more then myself I found a life and freedom, as the white man goes peacefully in union with everyone As the homosexuals flags hang with pride might i add. And me it was time for me to sleep and my body formed the earth, then i said to myself, im no other then Gaea, the black goddess. H ANOTHER POEM I HAD TO SUBMIT FOR WORK FOR #BLM