Her literature lifted
My soul to heights that reached the sun
Scorched my wings till I came undone
Unraveled, uncertain, unsure but surely stirred
Lest I dry in the sun like a dream deferred
Lest I dry in the sun like a dream deferred
But I won't shrivel in the face of the struggle
For she spoke the black experience and
about
a
country in trouble
With its dirty secret, its fatal flaw
of separate not equal being practice as the law
But her truth to power was unflinching and persistent
and
helped advanced the dialogue on civil rights and the negro resistance
A revolutionary thinker with a mind finely tuned
and a star that shined brightly
but gone too soon.
but gone too soon.
T.C
Iam Tim Clark All rights reserved c 2017
Iam Tim Clark All rights reserved c 2017
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