Rita Dove

I was pirouette and flourish,I was filigree and flame.How could I count my blessingswhen I didn’t know their names?

I was pirouette and flourish,I was filigree and flame.How could I count my blessingswhen I didn’t know their names?

– Rita Dove –

On the Bus With Rosa Parks

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