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 


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


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