Poetry

Bronzeville

Julie Wu

south side ear hustle
birthed verse
like pollen in winds

a crack in the stone
harlem’s new moon rose here
renaissance bronzeville

some call it black art
colors are so natural
maybe art is art

bronzeville had bordersgwendolyn’s
pen enlarged them
bronzeville had borders

ears hailed mahalia
streams of armstrong and the king
creoled through bronzeville

archibald motley
guggenheimed to paris
then painted bronzeville southside

eldzier cortor’s brush
stroked ebony crowns, legs, hips, gowns
nubian queens of bronzeville

lorraine penned drama
dried grapes hoped for less sun
thirst for urban rain

blues and gospel
forecast for stockyards of toil
pullman’s lived that art

richard was so wright
southern to northern black clouds
breathed native suns

rising and setting
young black winds
burst angry gale storms

black air dying and demon noises
vanishing access choices
makes storm fronts wild and ominous

a crack in the stone
harlem’s new moon rose here
renaissance bronzeville

some call it black art
colors are so natural
maybe art is art

bronzeville had borders
gwendolyn’s pen enlarged them
bronzeville had borders

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