The Divas

Felicia Weathers
Sometimes the sun, unkindly hot,
My garden makes a desert spot;
Sometimes a blight upon the tree
Takes all my fruit away from me;

And then with throes of bitter pain
Rebellious passions rise and swell;
But life is more than fruit or grain,

And so I sing,
and all is well.

-- Paul L. Dunbar

Marie Selika in the Green Room

Mattiwilda Dobbs