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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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