Gwendolyn Brooks — To prisoners

I call for you cultivation of strength in the dark. Dark gardening in the vertigo cold. in the hot paralysis. Under the wolves and coyotes of particular silences. Where it is dry. Where it is dry. I call for you cultivation of victory Over long blows that you want to give and blows you are going to get. Over what wants to crumble you down, to sicken you. I call for you cultivation of strength to heal and enhance in the non-cheering dark, in the many many mornings-after; in the chalk and choke.


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