You reached in to pull my mind out of the mire of four
centuries to tell me
I am beautiful!
You recast my heroes-
Garvey
DuBois
Malcolm
And draped them in the robes of prophets.
I am called sister and now you want to protect and write
poems about me.
But what I don't understand about my new beauty is...
Why is it not reflected in your eyes?
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