A Black came in after dinner and sat with the ladies...Lord M...calls her Dido, which I suppose is all the name she has. He knows he has been reproached for showing fondness for her...
From The Diary and Letters of His Excellency Thomas Hutchinson,
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Chorus of the Mothers-Griot
for Phillis Wheatley (c.1753-1784)
[amnesiac wood] [nostrils of girls] [who was bought] [uncle’s hand] [guts on the air] [who was sold] [defeated man] [history’s charnel] [i say] [trader’s silver] [sailing knot to knot] [naked in the corner] [door of no return] [sing the mutiny] [in the slave house] [sniff bougainvillea] [who stands ashamed] [i say] [ready dawn’s kill] [naked in the corner] [jealous sharks] [i shall] [who did] [i say] [they did] [i’m here] [my name] [who shall] [i say] [yes here] [on the battlefield] [call woman] [call america] [call revolution] [call the brother] [call myth] [i say] [call the auction] [call africa] [call revolution] [in God’s name] [is this called] [is my mother] [is my kin] [i say] [is this called] [is some land] [is my mother] [and what] [is this called] after Lucille Clifton