O Woman of My People

This half sonnet is dedicated to the Aggie co-eds and the Bennett Belles who were right there with the young A&T men in plotting, planning and executing the February 1st action in Greensboro that dealt a final blow to American Apartheid:

O woman of my people, smile that smile
of sadness, of toil, of oft betrayal,
that smile of joy, of gladness, of a kiss,
a gentle kiss that slowly dares to grace
my undeserving lips – a priceless thought
that sings and shouts inside my wounded soul
a song of sweet, forgotten, sacred love.

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Author: Raymond Maxwell

https://raymmaxx.wordpress.com/ Librarian and archivist-in-training, retired foreign service officer and former naval officer.

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