National Museum of African American History and Culture
National Museum of African American History and Culture
Stacked raisin brown
in a sea of white stone.
Far from the dome,
defiant against Rome.
Windows covered
toward deceit.
But open toward
the Emancipators feet.
Shimmering gold
in the setting sun.
Much too small to hold,
the valiant tale told.
A people risen up,
fist held high.
Praising God with,
a bold new cry.
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