I love you for your brownness And the rounded darkness of your breast. I love you for the breaking sadness in your voice And shadows where your wayward eye-lids rest. Something of old forgotten queens Lurks in the lithe abandon of your walk, And something of the shackled slave Sobs in the rhythm of your talk. Oh, little brown girl, born for sorrow's mate, Keep all you have of queenliness, Forgetting that you once were slave, And let your full lips laugh at Fate! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AWAKENING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPECIAL PLEADING by SIDNEY LANIER SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR A LETTER TO A POLICEMAN IN KANSAS CITY by KENNETH PATCHEN OLD OSAWATOMIE by CARL SANDBURG EASTER HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA |