Friday, April 4, 2014

The Mothering Blackness, Maya Angelou


The Mothering Blackness

BY 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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