How I love being black.
Replacing hard picked cotton
with soft, billowy clouds.
Floating in my sky
filling up my eyes
with tears.
Diamonds fall
stars shoot
no crime on the street that fall
shoot and I fall
cat like on my feet.
How I love being Black.

Ask Bill Bo Steppin’ Hattie Ethel Paul Bert Lena Dorothy Pearl Sidney Harry Ozzie and Ruby
And they will all tell you
How I love to be black.

River to Road.
I carry the load
on into the next one thousand struggles
and satisfactions.

How I love to be black.
I love being me.
Black as I want to be.




February 10, 1998
Covesville, VA



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