Fragment

- Angelina Weld Grimke 

I am the woman with the black black skin
I am the laughing woman with the black black face  
I am living in the cellars and in every crowded place
     I am toiling just to eat
     In the cold and in the heat
           And I laugh
I am the laughing woman who's forgotten how to weep
I am the laughing woman who's afraid to go to sleep