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Jacques in his pulpit
Jacques in his pulpit
In your negritude,
black embraced, embellished
with streaks of emerald, ivory,
aquamarine and rose,
full-throated cry
to survive the bogs,
those dark places of oppression,
relegated to flies and gators.
Shadow-nurtured,
arising from dark rich earth,
come here,
come here,
to the unquenched hunger of the swamp.
Come here.
I too am hungry.
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