You Reached In To Pull My Mind Out Of The Mire Of Four
Centuries To Tell Me
I Am Beautiful!
You Recast My Heroes
Garvey
Dubois
Malcolm
And Draped Them In The Robes Of Prophets.
I Am Called Sister And Now You Want To Protect And Write
Poems About Me.
But What I Don’t Understand About Me New Beauty Is…
Why Is It Not Reflected In Your Eyes