Another great story to my most recent intro for ‘Finish It!’. Thanks a lot for this great piece.
Finally everything seemed to fall in places. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so happy and excited. Finally! She couldn’t stop smiling. What a wonderful day it was.
She sat on a bench in Center City Park—a plot of grass and fountains surrounded by office buildings and banks in the middle of downtown—licking the melted strawberry ice cream from the waffle cone, her hand, and her wrist, and reading an anthology of poetry.
She ran her finger tips along the edges of the crisp pages, reciting the poems of her favorite African American poets, their lines etched in stone, depicting her heritage. Narrating her past, her present. Revealing her legacy. She read the names of ancestors who paved the road on which she strolled freely. Phillis Wheatley, Paul Lawrence Dunbar, Claud McKay, Langston Hughes, Countee Cullen, Gwendolyn Brooks, Amiri Baraka, Lucille Clifton, Yusef Komunyakaa, Rita Dove.
And then, on page 182, her name, printed in serif…
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