Black+Baby+by+Anita+Scott+Coleman

=Black baby by Anita Scott Coleman= The baby i hold in my arms is a black baby. 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 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 black as coal They shine like diamonds.

The author of this poem I think was very proud of her baby though he was a black baby.She knew that he would in the future be a great man Though right now if he were a man he would be a slave and she also knew that he would have a better life then she has. He is like coal. On the outside people would treat him badly because of his color. But, on the inside he was as sharp and as bright as a diamond.

This poem uses similie (His eyes black as coal, they shine like diamonds, The rich loam black like his hands).


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