Channeling Harriet Tubman

I am the darkness that calls out to the night
Blending within the calm effervescence of the moon's specter
My staff upholding my weary footsteps as I have migrated over the hills
Wading in the frigid depths of purification to get to the other side of dry land

In the comfort of my heaving bosom, I yearn for mercy in the silence of night
Hopes on board as a locomotive moving
Battered bodies, dethroned souls in my caboose
Come by Here, My Lord hummed in unison

Praying to seek safe passage
Inhaling the stench of feasible death if snared in the heavy-laden air
The North Star marveled as an illuminated compass of my freedom
Quakers with forgiveness in hushed hearts pillowing our hidden existence

Freedom, we held onto each other
The Underground Railroad never looked so inviting
To eyes that yearned for a taste of independence
In the reminiscence where passengers can stand as one and not run through cotton fields to find salvation
And not hear the crackling as generations were torn asunder

“I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person. There was such a glory over everything. The sun came up like gold through the trees, and I felt like I was in heaven.”

Harriet Tubman

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Goddesses After Dark Week

Harriet Tubman was an American freedom fighter, abolitionist, humanitarian, and Underground Railroad conductor whose courage helped guide countless enslaved people toward freedom. Her unwavering faith, resilience, and determination continue to inspire generations around the world.