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The Black Writers’ Workshop

We are like cement, soft and protected,

Set hard and projected, the image

Of the mould of four hundred years,

We, the ever flowing

Tears of laughter and pain

Sprinkle our stories

Like light warm rain

On eyes that search for truth.

We, like cement, are weather proof.

We, the singers of dreams,

The echoes of screams,

The rivers of crying eyes,

Inject our words of truth, of love

Into the heart of life-living lies.

We are like cement, soft and protected,

To set hard and projected as the image.