From Black Stone

She is carved out from black stone Exactly the same as an artist’s imagination White teeth are shining like diamond Rest all things can be placed as second Neither this is friction story Nor intended to paint any glory But indeed great love for black people Who have waged constant struggle I find in them natural innocence And fail to under stand the hatred at once Why such nice people are subjected to slavery When everything is given to them by almighty She is always there on line to wish me She may smile with frankness and feel free I too take her smile in earnestness At least there is some smile from the heart’s surface Should I bring you on top of the world? I inquired if she was ready to appear in picture on front “No, no, my people will not take it lightly She just slowed down conversation shyly I wondered about what keeps them so aloof Away from real world and under small roof What makes them to think about their culture? What is there in store for their future? I loved the way she maintained her integrity She had clearly seen no more surety As we all do bring disrepute their names I was wondering about openness with little blame