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BENNETT, Gwendolyn B.

To A Dark Girl

I love you for your brownness,

And the rounded darkness of your breast,

I love you for the breaking sadness in your voice

And shadows where your wayward eyelids rest.

Something of old forgotten queens

Lurks in the lithe abandon of your walk

And something of the shackled slave

Sobs in the rhythm of your talk.

Oh, little brown girl, born for sorrow's mate,

Keep all you have of queenliness,

Forgetting that you once were slave,

And let your full lips laugh at Fate!