African American Poetry (1870-1928): A Digital Anthology

Georgia Douglas Johnson, "Prejudice" (1919)

These fell miasmic rings of mist, with ghoulish menace bound,
Like noose-horizons tightening my little world around,
They still the soaring will to wing, to dance, to speed away.
And fling the soul insurgent back into its shell of clay:

Beneath incrusted silences, a seething Etna lies.
The fire of whose furnaces may sleep — but never dies!

Published in The Crisis, April 1919

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