Friday, September 3, 2010
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I think I see her sitting bowed and black,
Stricken and seared with slavery's mortal scars,
Reft of her children, lonely, anguished, yet
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Susan Williams
29 October 2015
Those first four lines paint a picture of noble desolation
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Curtis Johnson
29 October 2015
To me, this poem speaks of hope never given up; pain, never given in to; a race ran with no sense of giving out.
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7/27/2025 8:54:50 AM # 1.0.0
Stricken and seared with slavery's mortal scars, Still visioning the stars! Epitome of hope, a great poem. Thanks for sharing it here.