Before I Leave the Stage, by Alice Walker

Alice Walker

Before I Leave the Stage

Before I leave the stage

I will sing the only song

I was meant truly to sing.

It is the song

of I AM.

Yes: I am Me

You.

WE ARE.

I love Us with every drop

of our blood

every atom of our cells

our waving particles

—undaunted flags of our Being—

neither here nor there.

#Americans #Blacks #PulitzerPrize #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury

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