By Nikki Giovanni
A selection of 80 all new poems, Acolytes is fairly Nikki Giovanni, yet various. now not softened, yet extra encouraged by way of love, occasion, stories or even nostalgia. She goals her intimate and sparing phrases at friends and family, the deaths of heroes and buddies, favourite foodstuff and sweet, nature, libraries, and theatre. yet in among, the deep and edgy sense of right and wrong that has outlined her for many years shines via whilst she writes approximately Rosa Parks, typhoon Katrina, and Emmett Till's disappearance, leaving without doubt that Nikki has no longer traded one strategy for an additional, yet easily made room for both.
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