Beah Richards

(1920 –2000 / Vicksburg, Mississippi)

'Freedom is living' - Poem by Beah Richards

I have moved Southern mansions,
but you have moved mountains.
I have seen the heart of the great white hunter,
from the inside out, again and again.
While you pumped water by the ocean.

When I speak of poetry
often, I am shallow and pine
for authenticity. The kind of love
only a black woman deserves.
From under the breast
From fecund preserves.

Beah, you are the night
Beah, you are the womb
Beah, you were right
To be always you.

When I first read you
I knew right then
a rook from the queen
the sword from a pen.

Brave, broad, Broadway
Slave, Home, Democracy
Coal, pressed, diamond
One Strong Woman.

You were never an eight
lined maid in my movie.
You are the closest
thing to a mother I will ever
find, the purest colored
voice I would dare rewind.

Beah, you are the night
Beah, you are the womb
Beah, you are the fight
For what we need
to see through.

Comments about 'Freedom is living' by Beah Richards

  • Chinedu Dike (1/31/2016 7:17:00 AM)

    A well articulated piece of poetry, nicely penned in poetic diction with good rhyme scheme. A lovely poem indeed. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 26, 2016

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