Lineage
–Margaret WalkerMy grandmothers were strong.They followed plows and bent to toil.They moved through fields sowing seed.They touched earth and grain grew.They were full of sturdiness and singing.My grandmothers were strong.My grandmothers are full of memoriesSmelling of soap and onions and wet clayWith veins rolling roughly over quick handsThey have many clean words to say.My grandmothers were strong.Why am I not as they?
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