africa by maya angelou analysis

Thus she had lain, sugarcane sweetdeserts her hair, golden her feetmountains her breasts, two Niles her tears.Thus she has lain, Black through the years.Over the white seas, rime white and coldbrigands ungentle, icicle boldtook her young daughterssold her strong sonschurched her with Jesusbled her with guns.Thus she has lainNow she is rising, remember her painremember […]