Maya Angelou
She came home running
      back to the mothering blackness
      deep in the smothering blackness
white tears icicle gold plains of her face
      She came home running
 
 
She came down creeping
      here to the black arms waiting
      now to the warm heart waiting
rime of alien dreams befrosts her rich brown face
      She came down creeping
 
 
She came home blameless
      black yet as Hagar’s daughter
      tall as was Sheba’s daughter
threats of northern winds die on the desert’s face
      She came home blameless
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