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Beah Richards (Free verse) by Jeremi B. Handrinos
"Freedom is living"
I have moved Southern mansions,
but you have moved mountains.
I have seen the heart of the great white hunter,
from the inside out, again and again.
While you pumped water in oceans.
When I speak of poetry
often, I am shallow and pine
for authenticity. The kind of love
only a black woman deserves.
From under the breast
From fecund preserves.
Beah, you are the night
Beah, you are the womb
Beah, you were right
To be always you.
When I first read you
I knew right then
a rook from the queen
the sword from a pen.
Brave, broad, Broadway
Slave, Home, Democracy
Coal, pressed, diamond
One Strong Woman.
You were never an eight
lined maid in my movie.
You are the closest
thing to a mother I will ever
find, the purest colored
voice I would dare rewind.
Beah, you are the night
Beah, you are the womb
Beah, you are the fight
For what we need
to see through.
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Weighted score: 6.340274
Overall Rank: 843
Posted: March 21, 2004 12:49 PM PST; Last modified: March 21, 2004 12:49 PM PST
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