Poetry of Cynthia Gail Manor, B.A.

Montopolis, Austin, Texas 

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Recent Works

   Voyagers
   When I Get Tired
   Candles
   Dune
   Spirits of the Passage
   Uncommon Valor
   Dear Mama






The Women In Me


I see my future
Through Zora Neale’s eyes.

Harriet Tubman leads me there,
feeling for God’s marks on the trees.

I trace the footsteps of Sheba
across the Sahara,
and soar over Kilimanjaro.

Sowing my seeds along the Nile,
I harvest the Daughters of Hannibal,
the Sons of Nefertiti.

I rule as a sovereign,
and men build pyramids to my glory.
From Sappho to Maya Angelou
I’ve written my legacy,
a story that crosses oceans and mountains
and binds the blood of many nations.
 
I am Shakespeare’s Dark Lady of Sonnets--
for the midnight sun and stars
owe their splendor to darkness.

I am Candace.

The Black Madonna.

Mother.

Progeny.

All.

 

(Revised 2009)



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