- Untitled, and: Lumberton
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I learnedfrom my mamathe levels of strengththat emit coldnessthat push awaythe warmththat is foundin mouths,in arms and hands,in beds.Until all that is leftare daughters who awaitthe return of fathersthrough lovers and strangers.
Lumberton
The earth beckons for my bare feetTo walk it once moreTowards the curtain of treesThrough rows of tobaccoWhere children once played hide-and-seek in dilapidated smokehouses [End Page 652]
Syreetta McArthur began writing verse after hearing her mother read from Dudley Randall’s anthology The Black Poets. Her writings are influenced by her family and their experiences in North Carolina. She is currently working on a collection of stories while also developing her skills in photography. She was featured in the Prince George’s County Juried All-Media Exhibition.