Negro Woman

Lewis AlexanderTriste

The sky hangs heavy tonight Like the hair of a Negro woman. The scars of the moon are curved Like the wrinkles on the brow of a Negro woman.

The stars twinkle tonight Like the glaze in a Negro woman’s eyes, Drinking the tears set flowing by an aging hurt Gnawing at her heart.

The earth trembles tonight Like the quiver of a Negro woman’s eye-lids cupping tears.

Lewis Alexander
Estado de ánimo:
Triste
Temas:
tears, moon, stars, hurt, negro woman

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The sky hangs heavy
Like the hair of a Negro .
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