Conception
Jesus’ mother never had no man.
God came to her one day an’ said,
“Mary, chile, kiss ma han’.”
From The Book of American Negro Poetry (Harcourt, Brace and Company, 1922), edited by James Weldon Johnson. This poem is in the public domain.
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