Mahogany Mist (standard:other, 831 words)
Author: Tadayshia	Added: Sep 21 2001	Views/Reads: 3463/1	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The Love between mother and daughter

Mahogany Mist 

The strongest women I know is a sweet coco brown color. She is about 5'5
very gentle and  kind woman, with the strength of ten mighty African 
warriors. Her name is Shawna Arease McClain. When Shawna walks her hips 
swing like a blues singer in a 1936 jazz club.   When I was about seven 
I, climbed out of my over sized bed and took heart-pounding steps 
towards her room. As I peered into her doorway I could see her sitting 
upright. The moonlight shined on her night sky hair that hung over her 
right shoulder. 

"Shawna," I let out a soft whisper. My body stiffens as she raised her
head and looked at me. "Yea, Co-butt," her Louisiana accent is filled 
with such pride when she speaks. "Do you think I'm ugly?" 

I lowered my head in the fear that she might just say yes. She opened
her arms and motioned me to her. My feet felt like heavy bricks as I 
dragged them slowly across the newly waxed floor. I climbed her feather 
filled queen-size bed and sat next to her. " What would make you think 
a thing like that?" her voice filled with such worry. "Well because, my 
teeth are crooked," I mumbled. She took her smooth brown hand and 
placed it gently across my mahogany face. " I got crooked teeth and 
girl, you know that I look good. And since you look like me girl you 
know that you look twice as good." She rolled her eyes and snapped her 
fingers and let out a mother's laugh. As she paused, she gazed deeply 
into my chestnut-colored eyes with her hazel eyes. I could see the 
tears that she was holding back from the question her seven year old 
had asked her. 

"Do you know who you are child?" The question puzzled me. I looked at
her with wondering eyes before I answered, thinkin to myself. "Is this 
a trick question?" "Yea, I'm Co-butt," this was the name that I was 
used to being called. "No you are not," her words rolled out of her 
mouth like thunder rolled off a mountain range. "You are Tacorra 
Roshawn Danielle Anderson. And the name Tacorra came from a princess in 
Africa who was a very beautiful and wise." Now it belongs to an 
American princess who is also very beautiful and wise. 

My eyes lit up like a Zulu warrior returning home from a great battle
that I had just won. I wanted to her to see the pride and happiness in 
my eyes. There was a long pause as we looked at each other. 

"Now go on and get 'yo' self to bed. You gotta get up early in the
morning." Her accent rich and deep made it hard to understand at first. 


" Night momma" "Night Tacorra" 

Her eyes looked so peaceful and calm like the roaring sea after storm. I
could see all the joy of great queens in her eyes. I climbed out of her 
bed and started to glide to the door. Holding my head up high, I turned 
back to say goodnight again. When I looked back  she was wearing of 
purple peacock feathers trimmed in gold. The wall, once plain and white 
now is straw like the huts in Africa.Her nightgown was now a baby blue 
robe trimmed in bright in enchanting sliver. The room became silent and 
I could hear the sounds of African drums while the ceremonial dancers 
whirled back and forth on the dusty ground. Giving praise to their 
enchanting queen. "E-Baya, E-baya" the mothers of the tribe called out, 
their faces painted with colors of the rainbow, the tribal marks of 
diamonds next to their eyes. Suddenly like a hurricane hits the walls 
of a house the dancers drop to their knees. While the beats of the drum 
get lower and lower. Cries of respect began to fill the air from the 
elders to the small children. I looked puzzled confused wondering why 
this beautiful ceremony so came to a halt. In the night sky, out of the 
great African jungle, I saw her, Shawna, a strong African queen, my 
mom. I watched in awe as they all bowed one after another to her feet. 
At that moment I realized that she is the queen of all queens, a strong 
black woman with great strength and a kind heart, with the wisdom of 
many elders that have come before her. 

"Tacorra Roshawn Danielle, get 'yo self off to bed!" I awoke from my
daze and look at her. " She is truly beautiful woman," I thought to 
myself. I ran at her full speed and placed a kiss on her cheek. 

That night when I was seven I realized that I was a child being raised
by a strong beautiful strong black woman, that when I need it, I will 
always have her strength to depend on it in my time of need. 

By Tacorra Anderson 


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