This mystical bond between a black mother and everyone else’s children she does not know. by. Joseph Solomon Last year, I posted a poem that was about mothers in GENERAL. This poem is not an attack or diss to mothers who aren’t black. My fondest memories are with black mothers, particularly my own, because …. well…. I’m black. Majority of my life, my Mother’s Days have been spent with black mothers and grandmothers. This “protectiveness” I felt from black mothers growing up I did not feel from white or Asian or Latino mothers. That’s......