Now days, urban black males choose not to be literate
Women by Alice Walker
They were women then
My mama's generation
Husky of voice- Stout of Step
With fists as well as Hands
How they battered down Doors
And ironed Starched white Shirts
How they led Armies
Headdragged Generals
Across mined Fields
Booby-trapped Ditches
To discover books Desks
A place for us
How they knew what we
Must know
Without knowing a page
Of it Themselves.