April Is National Poetry Month!
Today I shine the spotlight on Hilda
Vest. Her poems have appeared in numerous Black publications.
Litany
Hilda Vest
Dear God
My litany is sung
In many voices
Sometimes in a scream
When my world crouches
In Corners that offer
No doors for escape
Sometimes in a murmur
My litany breaks silence
With lips that barely form words
When I am too frightened
To speak
But my tone does not matter
Your answers always come
They come with absolution
As you modulate selfish cries
And lead me on
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