Our Architects
Our great great mothers couldn't build high towers,
So they took their architectural skills and built women of Power.
Their words provided the inspiration
To look to God to be our foundation
Don’t take no mess, do more with less
Be determined my child you’re buiding a nation
Stand up straight, sit up tall,
Don’t try to make yourself look small
The infrastructure the tested steel
Was their belief that God was real.
The sturdy beams that held the roof
Was the fact they survived the brutal route.
The cold angry waves of the Atlantic
Made us stronger and they did not panic.
The lash, the whip slavery’s position
Put us in a poor condition.
Yet through those awful terrible years
Somehow they knew that God was near.
Their faith was forged in furnace hot,
Their backs were bent, Their minds were not.
They passed along a wealth of wisdom
Words guiding us with deft precision.
And now we’re built our edifices tall
Our architects’ words within our walls.
Composed by
Patricia Simpson Newton
February, 2019
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