Celebrating Black History
Artwork/images reflecting on the African American's in history
Reflections of African Americans In history.
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Post a Commentthe words are from a poem by Marie Evans written in 1970
I Am A Black Woman
I am a black woman
the music of my song
some sweet arpeggio of tears
is written in a minor key
and I
can be heard humming in the night
Can Be heard
hummin in the night
I saw my mate leap screaming to the sea
and I/with these hands cupped the lifebreath
from my issue in the canebreak
I lost Nat's swinging body in a rain of tears
and heard my song scream all the way from Anzio
for peace he never knew....I
learned Da Nang and Pork Chop Hill
in anguish
Now my nostrils know the gas
and these trigger tired fingers
seek the softness in my warrior's beard
I am a black woman
tall as a cypress
strong
beyond all definition still
defying place
and time
and circumstance
assailed
impervious
indestructable
Look
on me and be
Renewed
written by Mari Evans, 1970