A Writing on the Net SM
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By Beverly Z. Davis
Copyright 1999 Beverly Z. Davis
A poem about a black woman.
Clifton's voice benevolent, searching out
attaching onto
the pain sitting in row after row after row.
Her shadow arches area around her
raising a giant replica, flat
against the whitewashed wall.
Comfortable behind her own face
an easy smile spread a poetic haze
from person to person to person
'til her truth pierced and connected them
one to another to another to another
Her eyes turned in, to those places
that stored the blood of being a woman,
of being black.