You liquefied and purified the white spittle to feed all your children.
You strived and suffered to teach and educate all humans in the den.
I salute you on this very special day. I pay homage to you today.
You deserved all honors bestowed on you this Sunday of May.
You are quintessentially lovely, beautiful, dandy, and full of grace.
You are unequivocally classy and sexy. I reserved an exclusive place,
In my heart, for you. You’re cleaner than a whistle; you are immaculate.
You gave birth to the innocent, to the guilty ones, and to the ingrate.
Beloved Black Mother Earth, on occasion, many ignorants disrespect you,
And countless racists ignore, shamefully disregard, and make fun of you.
They have a short and myopic memory; they forget where they came from,
And where they will end-up once their gasps and spits turn into foam.
That day, their carcasses will smell worse than a forty eight- hour thrash.
They will be worthless, and succumb to scums and germs. The birds will laugh;
The cows will smile; and the thunders will speak under the dark clouds.
The goons will be stripped of their false pride, their clouts, and their shrouds.
Beautiful Blacks, Blondes and Brunettes will become filthy dirt
That the trees, the plants, and the lily flowers will gleefully enjoy.
Beautiful petals of roses will be sprinkled in the air for gentlemen to flirt
With the enchanted ladies of spring, where everyone will be imbued with joy.
Beloved Beautiful Mother Earth, I salute you on this special day.
All your children wish to honor you on this beautiful Sunday of May.
We want to polish your cheeks with kisses filled-up with chocolate.
In our hearts, you are pure, perfect, divine, and indeed immaculate.