Prisoners Of Conscience Committee

Prisoners Of Conscience Committee
The Prisoners of Conscience Committee Founded by Chairman Fred Hampton, Jr. during the nine years he spent in prison in the 1990's.

Friday, May 11, 2018

The Mother Ode

The Mother Ode’

You think I forgot? 

Well, I think not! 

 From the Pyramids to the plantation

Through the sharecropping and segregation.

To the Ole’ Earth from her seed 

 Yes, indeed you carried me. 

 In Africa I rode your back

On the plantation a potato sack.

Whatever the case you held me tight. 

Kept me close those winter nights. (whisper) 

Matriarchs and Mothers and Queens and Nannies. 

Big Mamas and Dear Mamas, Geronimos and grannies. 

Healers of sickness who addressed the business. 

Wasn’t no need for traveling, homemade healthcare!

From common colds, to frequent flus to champion of childbearin’. 

Continuously connected through this cold hard system. 

When my cries were denied you were the only one listening.

 I didn’t play no dissin’ Mama when playing the dozens 

 For it wouldn’t be no me if she wouldn’t of gave Daddy no lovin’

 Through the hard times and struggles, discomforts and pains. 

 The cold nights, beans and rice, mayo jars with kool-aid. 

 Yeah, I did my share of stupid stunts, fuck ups and cutting up in the class

You showed TOUGH LOVE and had no hang ups about tapping that ass.

 And with those high times we had in my mind remains

 First days of school and surprise birthdays. 

 They’ve been trying to divide us in hectic times throughout the history

 From masta’ selling me off ‘till today with Baby ‘T’. 

You’ve produced pyramids, taught tribes and gave names to Nations.

You are not only my mother but the Mother of Civilization.

Those are your children in Kenya and the descendants in Dominican. 

You’ve breast fed me in Botswana.

And kept me clothed in Ghana.

Whenever they beat me down, you told me “Son stand up!”

You said all men fall down but great Men get up.

When they came and framed me, and placed me behind these walls. 

You knew the business, prison visits and collect phone calls. 

 From the womb to the tomb, from the belly to the grave. 

 Through four inch glass, prison blues and shackles and chains.

 I love you dearly, miss you really.

 And that ain’t never gon’ change.

©May 14, 1998 Chairman Fred Hampton Jr.

1 comment:

  1. Hello,
    My name is Janisa Hicks and I’m currently a senior at Elmhurst College. I’m majoring in History and Urban Studies with a minor in Political Science. I’m a Creative and Scholarly Endeavors (CASE) Fellow and my project is about the Revolutionary Mothers in the Black Panther Party. I intend to interview the Revolutionary Mothers and their children about their time in the Party and how they were treated. I learned about the Motherhood while reading Black Against Empire: The History and Politics of the Black Panther Party. Can I interview you about the Motherhood and what it was like growing up as a son of a Black Panther?

    Thank you,