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                    • from Who Look at Me
                      • If You Saw a Negro Lady
                        • What Would I Do White
                          • These Poems
                            • One Minus One Minus One
                              • I Must Become a Menace to My Enemies
                                • Poem for South African Women
                                  • Alla Tha's All Right, but
                                    • Poem about My Rights
                                      • Poem for Nana
                                        • First Poem After Serious Surgery
                                          • The Bombing of Baghdad
                                            • Poem to Take Back the Night
                                              • It's Hard to Keep a Clean Shirt Clean
                                              Poem for South African Women

                                              Commemoration of the 40,000 women and children who, 
                                              August 9, 1956, presented themselves in bodily protest against 
                                              the “dompass” in the capital of apartheid. Presented at The 
                                              United Nations, August 9, 1978.

                                              Our own shadows disappear as the feet of thousands
                                              by the tens of thousands pound the fallow land
                                              into new dust that
                                              rising like a marvelous pollen will be
                                              fertile
                                              even as the first woman whispering
                                              imagination to the trees around her made
                                              for righteous fruit
                                              from such deliberate defense of life
                                              as no other still
                                              will claim inferior to any other safety
                                              in the world

                                              The whispers too they
                                              intimate to the inmost ear of every spirit
                                              now aroused they
                                              carousing in ferocious affirmation
                                              of all peaceable and loving amplitude
                                              sound a certainly unbounded heat
                                              from a baptismal smoke where yes
                                              there will be fire

                                              And the babies cease alarm as mothers
                                              raising arms
                                              and heart high as the stars so far unseen
                                              nevertheless hurl into the universe
                                              a moving force
                                              irreversible as light years
                                              traveling to the open 
                                              eye

                                              And who will join this standing up
                                              and the ones who stood without sweet company
                                              will sing and sing
                                              back into the mountains and
                                              if necessary
                                              even under the sea

                                              we are the ones we have been waiting for

                                              from Passion (1980)
                                              and from Directed by Desire. The Collected Poems of June Jordan.
                                              Copyright 2005 by the June M. Jordan Literary Estate Trust
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