- after the Black Woman
There is Harriet Tubman,
who dug the underground
railroad with her bare body
until the sands mixed
with her blood. Her hope:
to see her people bound
in the chains of freedom.
She invented independence
for the black kingdom.
Then there is my mother
who carried me, exceeding
nine months, bearing milk
filled breast heavier than stones,
because I refused to suck.
When I split the skin
on the back of head, she could
not eat. She travelled across
the atlantic but did not leave
without a promise of return.
My mother, she invented me.
Photo by Ste.Marie
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