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Thu, 24.09.2009

LINEAGE by Margaret Walker.

My grandmothers were strong.
They followed plows and bent to toil.
They moved through fields sowing seed.
The touched earth and grain grew.
They were full of sturdiness and singing.
My grandmothers were strong.

My grandmothers are full of memories
Smelling of soap and onions and wet clay
With veins rolling roughly over quick hands
They have many clean words to day.
My grandmothers were strong.
Why am I not like they???

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Thu, 24.09.2009

AMOS 1963 by Margaret Walker.

Amos is a shepherd of suffering sheep;
A pastor preaching in the depths of Alabama
Preaching social justice to the Southland
Preaching to the poor a new gospel of love
With words of a god and the dreams of a man
Amos is our loving Shepherd of the sheep Crying out to the stricken land
“You have sold the righteous for silver and the poor for a pair of shoes.

My God is a mighty avenger And He shall come with His rod in His hand.”

Preaching to the persecuted and the disinherited millions
Preaching love and justice to the solid southern land
Amos is a Prophet with a vision of brother

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I have just seen a most beautiful thing Slim and still Against a gold, gold sky, A straight black cypress, Sensitive, Exquisite, A black finger Pointing upwards. Why, beautiful still finger, are you black? And why are you... THE BLACK FINGER by Angelina Weld Grimke’.
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