Her poetry, however, is not entirely political in content. Coal I is the total black, being spoken from the earth's inside. There are many kinds of open how a diamond comes into a knot of flame how sound comes into a words, coloured by who pays what for speaking. Some words live in my throat breeding like adders. Other know sun seeking like gypsies over my tongue to explode through my lips like young sparrows bursting from shell.
Love is word, another kind of open.
As the diamond comes into a knot of flame I am Black because I come from the earth's inside Now take my word for jewel in the open light. A Chorale for Black Woman Voices, Vol.