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Black Woman; by Leopold Senghor Naked woman, black woman Clothed with your colour which is life,with your form which is beauty! In your shadow I have grown up; thegentleness of your hands was laid over my eyes. And now, high up on the sun-bakedpass, at the heart of summer, at the heart of noon,I comeContinue reading “Black Woman”