Tubman's Rock

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I held visions; I too was chosen
And tossed against my say-so.
Who knew I'd be carried
All those years, or my kiss could form a scar
On her forehead, or that I'd sing to her at
Unwelcome times?

Our meeting was brief;
A rough hand wished her dead
And aimed.
I startled and fell. Here I nest, spent
In a field,
Special among
My kind. Her hard lesson, her God-flint.