(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014 / )

The Mothering Blackness

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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'She came home blameless' - the best way the poem could end!
Beautiful poem rich with imagery and deep sentiments.Love to read Maya Angelou.
Blameless! ! Blackness! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Running, creeping, blameless. A sad indictment on our world.
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