AND THERE WAS THE NIGHT
By Penny L. Washington
©2026
Dedicated to the dark and lovely ones
I
The days that must be endured
The days belonged to them those devoid of hue and humanity.
Theirs was a history of hateful ways. The days were taken up with the inevitable struggles and sacrifices. The cold calculations that had to be considered the saving, the scrimping, the stretching always just to a time named until.
And you remembered
All
The practices you learned, those postponements that had to be taken into cruelty’s account.
You had become proficient in doing the arithmetic of accumulated accommodations that made survival possible.
You had arrived in the “Up South” that spoken of promised land. The warmth of remembered suns embraced you and you recalled that embrace.
II
Harlem Nights
And
Yet
There was the night. It belonged to us. The nights were
DARK
&
LOVELY
LIKE US.
The darkness softened the demarcations life imposed, those harsh divisions that were sustained on systems of separation.
III
Savoring Joy
Those Harlem nights had no economies of making do. Those nights were full to the brim, flowing over with our joy expressed. Those nights held our men. They were divine diplomats from other realms dispensing salvation with their hot music and their even cooler attitudes.
Those Harlem nights held our women who knew themselves to be
Colored Goddesses.
They arrayed themselves in the finery of the new. They walked into rooms with hips swaying and sashayed into tomorrow’s brighter days.
They did so in ways that would have shocked their respectable church Mamas “Down Home”. Their mouths spoke dared declarations saying that all that is good I have a right to claim.
IV
And
Yet
There was the night
Waiting
Urging us to remember who we were
Anticipating the moment that the sons and daughters reclaimed the inherent promise within themselves.