Sanchez’s verses illuminate off the page like lightning. She composes accessible poems that are mostly unadorned, but they strike with a force of vitality that remains vivid in your mind long after reading them. Below are a snippet of verses from this comprehensive volume of Sanchez’s blistering, trailblazing work.
In “malcolm,” she honors the fearlessness and courage of Malcolm X (aka El Hajj Malik El Shabazz) and how the mark he made on America is essential for us to assess who we are and who we want to be as a community and as a country:
“he was the sun that tagged
the western sky and
melted tiger-scholars
while they searched for stripes.
he said, ‘fuck you white
man. we have been
curled too long. nothing
is sacred now. not your
white faces nor any
land that separates
until some voices
squat with spasms.’”
In “A Blk/Woman/Speaks,” she exalts and reverberates the pride and dignity of who she is and how she refuses to be silenced and erased:
“i am deep/blk/soil
they have tried to pollute me
with a poison called America.”
And by the end of that poem, she goes on to further declare her vitality and humanity as a proud, dignified Black American woman:
“as i bring forth green songs
from a seasoned breast
as i burn on our evening bed
of revolution.
i, being blk
woooOOOMAN
know only the way of the womb
for i am deep/red/soil
for our emergen Blk Nation.”
From her 26-part poem “Haiku and Tanka for Harriet Tubman,” I selected four of the verses that offer a sample of her reverence for the immortal General Tubman:
“3
Picture her rotating
the earth into a shape
of live becoming . . .”
“5
Picture this woman
saying no to the constant
yes of slavery . . .”
“21
Picture this woman
freedom bound . . . tasting a
people’s preserved breath . . .”
“23
Picture her walking,
running, reviving
a country’s breath . . .”