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Love this post and I Love my mother.

The Tale Of Bitter Truth

The Negro Mother

—Children sold away from me, husband sold, too.

No safety, no love, no respect was I due.Three hundred years in the deepest South:

—But God put a song and a prayer in my mouth.God put a dream like steel in my soul. Now, through my children, I’m reaching the goal. Now, through my children, young and free, I realize the blessings denied to me. I couldn’t read then. I couldn’t write. I had nothing, back there in the night. Sometimes, the valley was filled with tears, But I kept trudging on through the lonely years. Sometimes, the road was hot with sun, But I had to keep on till my work was done:

—I had to keep on! No stopping for me;

—I was the seed of the coming…

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