[Black History Month\Poetry\Margaret Walker]
“There was a charred stump of a sapling pointing a blunt finger accusingly at the sky…And while I stood my mind was frozen within cold pity for the life that was gone.”
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[Black History Month\Poetry\Margaret Walker]
“There was a charred stump of a sapling pointing a blunt finger accusingly at the sky…And while I stood my mind was frozen within cold pity for the life that was gone.”
Photo: Facebook