A Time Traveling Poem by Anne Selden Annab
Okra in America
I like to imagine
that the first okra came to America
carried close to the heart of a beautiful
quite competent and loving woman
from Africa.
A loving woman with very brown skin
and very black hair and very kind thoughts.
A woman with curves
and complexities.
This loving and wise woman carefully kept safe
the okra seeds. Then when settled here,
in America, she planted them. Tended them.
Harvested them. Cooked the okra...
and all who tasted her magic
wanted more.
poem
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