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Being the Mother of a Black Child

Lake Jones, Mona
Being the mother of a Black child it
ain’t no easy thing.
You’ve got to call on Jesus and listen
to the angels sing.
They said you were what? That word is
out of style.
Next time they call you names just
raise your head and smile.
Tell them that you’re proud of the
color or your skin.
What counts is not the outside
wrapping but the character within.
Being the mother of a Black child is
ain’t no easy thing.
You’ve got to call on Jesus and
listen to the angels sing.
Sometimes I lie in bed way late at
night.
And I ask God–am I doing this thing
right? Have I given them direction?
Do they know which way to go? Have I
overdone it just a bit? But do they really know They can’t do just half a job
and barely pass the test.
They have to go beyond the call and
be the very best.
Lord knows I’ve been to school a
thousand times or more.
Every time the teachers look up I’m
standing in the door.
But someone’s got to help folks
understand how smart
Black children are. And expect them
not to fail, but to reach up for a star.
Being the mother of a Black child it
ain’t no easy thing.
You’ve got to call on Jesus and
listen to the angels sing.
I used to put the children down
between my legs to brush a kinky head.
I’d be preaching and teaching and
hoping they were listening to what I said.
Cause I told them there would be
those who
would tug and pull and grin.
And flaunt their evil ways tempting
them to sin.
Because of being Black some would
give them little chance to win this game of life.
And often, times would be so hard and
hours filled with strife.
They were going to have to learn to
get down on their knees and pray.
And understand–although we may not
be listening,
God hears everything they say.
Being the mother of a Black child it
ain’t no easy thing.
You’ve got to call on Jesus and
listen to the angels sing.
For those of you who have raised them
up or are in the process now.
You surely deserve to stand and take
yourself a bow.
But don’t think the task is over, and
that your job is through.
Cause now you’ve got to reach down
and help a mother who may be struggling just like you. You must let her know
that little
Black girl or boy.
Will do so many things to fill the
heart with joy.
Help her realize the good they bring
will far surpass the tears.
And that they will soon be looking
back thanking God for all the happy years.
Yes, being the mother of a Black
child it ain’t no easy thing.

You’ve got to call on Jesus and listen to the
angels sing.