Poetry of Cynthia Gail Manor, B.A.
Montopolis, Austin, Texas
Recent Works
Voyagers
When I Get Tired
Candles
Dune
Spirits of the Passage
Uncommon Valor
Dear Mama
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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)