To mothers who birthed; and the sons who hate them

This is a piece which I wrote for Black Womanhood as a being. It is something which we are the first and last to fall in love with, to respect. 

I wrote this, upon realizing that often, men are ‘unable’ to show respect or love to women to whom they have no importance. This tries to grapple with why black men often love and respect their mothers, sisters, daughters and lovers but that love, or merely respect is lost on women who look just like them.