Two Poems

10:15 AM

A Soft Place to Land

Child of Onyx:
Your tresses tower to the sky
That's what they call us
And yet the constellations call us
to keep building a ladder to heaven
because I know God is a Black woman
because I have felt Her.

Child of Coal:
Did you know coal takes millions of years to form?
We apply it
And yet who supplies it as we carry the energy of a nation
birthed through generations
from Auntie Harriet to the unnamed, unmarked grave?
Who will love us better than us?

Child of Obsidian:
Daughter. Mother. Sister. Friend.
May you find your rest, nay, demand it
as a field of lilac demands water
as the soil is softened by the rain.
May you, too, find a soft place to land.
Always. Always.

-Pam R. Johnson Davis

Native Tongues/Living Water
Our native tongues were different but 
somehow we spoke a mutual 

Me with my life-giving aura
You with eyes that see past 

flesh and bone
To seek the soul
That would give you
A taste of living 

and even with my timidness
You gave me your trust and 

even when I was uncertain
You held steady and 

even when I hesitated
You still believed

That although our native tongues were different 
We would share a mutual language

You were right

-Pam R. Johnson Davis

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