Description
Is my minimalist tribute to Margaret walker poem - LINEAGE
"My grandmothers were strong.
They followed plows and bent to toil.
They moved through fields sowing seed.
They touched earth and grain grew.
They were full of sturdiness and singing.
My grandmothers were strong.
My grandmothers are full of memories
Smelling of soap and onions and wet clay
With veins rolling roughly over quick hands
They have many clean words to say.
My grandmothers were strong.
Why am I not as they? "
With Blood Red background and Bright yellow leaves, I conveyed the life of our female ancestor which pushed the future up and forward for the present female lives and we need to cherish and push forward this straight line of lineage.