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Cape Coast Castle excerpt

I dreamt of an old woman

I could not see her face

For I was she


I look down upon my hands

Dark and worn


Palms & fingers calloused 

from cotton I pick

She say


Worn clean through from carrying

heavy wicker baskets overflowing

with white woolly gold

born on a steamy morning still wet with dew

from my dripping brow


Springs form deep within

and flow red as pawpaw


The earth gladly drinks

and asks no questions


This I can remember

She say....

Excerpt from The Spirit of Women, a one woman performance poem that honors women of African Descent throughout the Diaspora. Inspired by experience of the slave forts that line the coast of Ghana, West Africa.

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