Destiny - Martha Gottfried
A Strong Black Woman
By Johnny Bodley
The start of her day
always meant a chopping hoe or a cotton sack.
Minutes into her day
blistered hands aching back.
And further on up her
row, weary knees disfiguring frown,
though her feet hurt mighty bad she was not allowed to sit down.
provider even a mammy to the master's young'uns.
savior to many, a strong God fearing black woman.
bounded years later the freedom came and though
been a mother now twenty years, girl is still her name,
for former slaves nothing really changed.
fine buck who thought she was nice, and after one thousand
fields later he popped the question "Will you be my wife?"
the broom jumped two weary but happy souls.
blushing bride now, but deep within she wonders how.
turn of the century promised good times for all,
when things were looking up she lost her big buck Joe in a
joint brawl. Her wrinkled face shows signs of hard times, but
constant proud smile says now I'm doing just fine.
acres I now own!" She boasts proudly, and on a feel good day this
she tells the world
quite loudly. She has aged gracefully
sits beneath her old sister oak tree.
who has persevered, a woman who is now,
henceforth and forever grateful, still fine, and forever