By Chidima Anekwe ’24
Editor-In-Chief
Black is the nation which we delivered
“Delivered us from evil” and arose
From the water, cold water she shivered
Her ancestors dance as the hot sun glows
Singing and beating a drum, a rhythm
My heart knows and pounds along beating red
Bleeding red and she kisses the wound numb
Black is the color of Mama’s Bible
Sermons of jazz music and blues in mind
Tears of prayer trickling down her soul
Slipping out from chains, bruises left behind
Flying home where it is warm and the people whole
And the sun leaves sweet kisses from within
O so gently upon our sweet black skin
