Sojourner Truth

(1797-1883)

Poems of Sojourner Truth

On Woman's Dress

I'm awful hard on dress, you know.
Women, you forget
that you are the mothers of creation;
you forget that your sons
were cut off like grass by the war,
and that the land was covered by their blood;
you rig yourselves up in panniers
and Grecian bend-backs
and flummeries;

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