Sciences Participating with Arts & Culture in Education

Black Magic Woman

Illustrated by JOSIANNE ST-PIERRE

Slam poetry: rythm aloud, spoken music

She’s blue inside, he said, 

But outside she is black,

Overborne by the cold fact

Of darkened ebony.

She has the soul of an oak tree,

But the soft arch of her shoulders

Gleams with the shine of heavy boulders

She wears colour on her back

Watches the night on her skin crack,

As it slips from her lips to her hips

As she strips, chaos drips, I take sips,

Drinking the mist in the storm.

An even anger long forlorn,

Washed up on the shores of a foreign land,

Her footprints lost in the heat of the sand,

A murmur hushed in the palm of her hand.

Her refuge the land, mine the nape of her neck,

Two souls ignited by the flame of the wreck

That I may still lose myself in her midnight

Honey she is black, and I am white,

Yet I’m the smoke, and she’s the light.