when I remember mattie moss clark, I imagine navy hair barrettes. Two thick, black plaits with white ribbons on the ends.
with bright, wide eyes, a clear, brown face, a nickel necklace that says wwjd, a white, cotton JCPenney’s dress with puffer sleeves and navy trimming, white ruffle socks, and navy patent pleather shoes hitting against the back of the pew. The choir begins with a gentle rock that settles me in a circle of rhythm and history. my heart agrees, and my blood is introduced to its strength. a frail, light skinned black woman, commands the waves of sound. Holding her arms on her back, she spreads her grand, white sleeves, palms open. she avails herself to hold all of us in time.
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AuthorBrianna Alexis Heath is a dancer, writer, and arts administrator living in Atlanta, GA. Archives
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