The Sojourn Of The Weaver Birds Poem by Romella Kitchens

Sing Weaver Bird, sing.
Your yellow throat held high.
It is a song of refuge that
no one can deny.

Black and yellow bird on
an urban limb/
wishing that the evil had not
captured them.
I know you were on the slave ship
that brought the Queens of Africa
to these shores with
babies on their hips...
When the slavers came to get them
you flew nearby on shore
and knew you'd never see them again --
and you loved them to the core...
You followed the slave ship and
hid sometimes on board
to go to where they traveled
and where
your loved ones were deplored...

And, now I see your proud face
as you flit from limb to limb
and wonder if you are a Weaver Bird
and went along with them.