AMERICAN SONNET (10)  by Wanda Coleman

our mothers wrung hell and hardtack from row

and boll. fenced others’

gardens with bones of lovers. embarking

from Africa in chains

reluctant pilgrims stolen by Jehovah’s light

planted here the bitter

seed of blight and here eternal torches mark

the shame of Moloch’s mansions

built in slavery’s name. our hungered eyes

do see/refuse the dark

illuminate the blood-soaked steps of each

historic gain. a yearning

yearning to avenge the raping of the womb

from which we spring

Copyright © 1993 by Wanda Coleman.

Reprinted from Hand Dance with permission of Black Sparrow Press.

Category: Healing, Sonnet,