Part of the "Cultural Bridge Building" series of articles by Rene Wadlow

My negritude is not a stone,
nor deafness flung out against the clamour
of the day
my negritude is not a white speck of dead water
on the dead eye of the earth
my negritude is neither tower nor cathedral.
Return to My Native Land

Poem by Cindy Sparrow

How clear is the vision!
How it sends waves of Peace throughout the world, riding on the smoke of incense and the sound of bells!
How warm and free it makes you feel inside. [node:read-more:link]