Sonia Sanchez Got Me Like....


a woman who made
me look down the corridors 
of our black birth. 

once i was chaste with 
innocence with the walk of 
a child unveiled 

you do not know the high prayer of pain. these screams 
hoist my terror up 
amid chandelier walls where 
i dance my minstrel stutters.  

woman. whose color 
of life is like the sun, whose 
laughter is prayer.

sonia sanchez 






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  1. excuse my granny terry cloth house dress, granny gave it to me lol :)

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