Perspective
Some day I shall be glad that it was mine to be A dark fore-runner of a race burgeoning;
I then shall know The secret of life's Calvary, And bless the thorns That wound me!
Georgia Douglas Johnson
Some day I shall be glad that it was mine to be A dark fore-runner of a race burgeoning;
I then shall know The secret of life's Calvary, And bless the thorns That wound me!
The speaker imagines a future self who can look back on hardship and feel grateful. She calls herself “a dark fore-runner of a race burgeoning,” someone whose suffering and visibility came early, before her people could fully thrive. For now, that role hurts.
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