Poetry of the Harlem Renaissance: Visualizing Magazines, Editors, and Poems

Mae V. Cowdery, "My Body" (1927)

My body
Is an ugly thing
Fashioned by God.
My body
Is an empty thing
Made from crumbling sod.
My soul Is a lovely thing
Fashioned by God.
My soul 
Is a flaming thing
That trampling hordes
Have left untrod. 

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