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A Black Woman Free (Poem)

A Black Woman Free
by Dorothea A. Manley 
copyright 2014

 A black woman free is a force of nature too great to scale or measure
A nubian princess running through the desert of life to come upon the spring that refreshes her soul and offers her such great treasure 
IT is MY pleasure to be in the midst of royalty when I see my ebony sistahs stepping in and out of roles too vast to unfold or unpack
Within her you know there is no lack but an abundance of rain watering the earth as the drops fall upon rich soil
Yes, rich shit that she has masterfully turned into nourishment that supports the foundation on which she STANDS not as sands
But her steps are upon concrete sheets so certain that God himself could use them as His platform
A black woman free, she is the epitome, the center, the nucleus, the creme de le creme!
She is the is and the always will be... A black woman free is me.
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