A Poem for Black Moms [Parents]

I used to hate when my mom would make me check-in all the time, or always sternly tell me to be safe and careful, as if I didn’t know how to take care of myself. Especially when I moved to New York City. In my head, I am always like “Mom, Im grown, I get it!” or “Yeah, I’m not dumb.” We always have the annoyance as kids and teens with rules and nagging.

It has not been until recently, with the murder of a black man simply jogging, the slain of a black woman in her own home, and the weekly murders of black people back to back…to back, that I have realized the pain and fear of a black parent, of my mother. She is not afraid that she raised a daughter and a son that don’t know how to take care of themselves, because we were taught well despite certain circumstances. She’s afraid of the world around us. And, she should be.

So I wrote this poem for my mother, and moms [parents] like her.

Positivity, growth, and all the things,


Published by Finding Jaymee LLC

As a 28 year old educator, traveler, and athlete, I aspire to candidly shed light on my journey through my blackness and my womanhood, and promote positivity, growth, and all the things!

2 thoughts on “A Poem for Black Moms [Parents]

  1. I love this post!!! I think a lot of us felt the same way when it comes to our mothers being overprotective as we were children but I totally get it now. Saved!!


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