The Mothering Blackness

She came home running
back to the mothering blackness 
deep in the smothering blackness
white tears icicle gold plains of her face 
She came home running

She came down creeping
here to the black arms waiting
now to the warm heart waiting
rime of alien dreams befrosts her rich brown face 
She came down creeping

She came home blameless
black yet as Hagar’s daughter
tall as was Sheba’s daughter
threats of northern winds die on the desert’s face 
She came home blameless 
Maya Angelou

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    • Thank you for commenting. It is a beautiful poem. Glad you enjoyed. All the best Erin.

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