Day 21: Anita Coleman
Much of Coleman's work emphasized life in the southwest as well as the experiences of soldiers. Being both the child and mother of veterans, she celebrated their work and criticized the hardships that black veterans faced. She also wrote about marriage, motherhood, and loss. Her essays and stories have won prizes in both The Crisis and Opportunity.
The baby I hold in my arms is a black baby.from "Black Baby," 1929.
Today I set him in the sun and
Sunbeams danced on his head.
The baby I hold in my arms is a black baby.
I toil, and I cannot always cuddle him.
I place him on the ground at my feet.
He presses the warm earth with his hands,
He lifts the sand and laughs to see
It flow through his chubby fingers.
I watch to discern which are his hands,
Which is the sand...
Lo...the rich loam is black like his hands.
The baby I hold in my arms is a black baby.
Today the coal-man brought me coal.
sixteen dollars a ton is the price I pay for coal.--
Costly fuel...though they say:
--If it is buried deep enough and lies hidden long enough
'Twill be no longer coal but diamonds...
My black baby looks at me.
His eyes are like coals,
They shine like diamonds.