Wednesday, November 28, 2018

American Sonnet (10) by Wanda Coleman

American Sonnet (10)
our mothers wrung hell and hardtack from row
      and boll. fenced others’
gardens with bones of lovers. embarking
       from Africa in chains
reluctant pilgrims stolen by Jehovah’s light
       planted here the bitter
seed of blight and here eternal torches mark
        the shame of Moloch’s mansions 
built in slavery’s name. our hungered eyes
      do see/refuse the dark
illuminate the blood-soaked steps of each
        historic gain. a yearning
yearning to avenge the raping of the womb
       from which we spring

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