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Honey babe,You braid your hair too tight—But the good Lord knowsYour heart is right. I asked you for a dollar.You gimme two.That, honey babe,Is what I like about you. I knock on your doorAbout two-three a.m.You jump out of bed,Says,…
Her great adventure ended As great adventures should In life being created Anew—and good. Except the neighbors And her mother Did not think it good!Nature has a wayOf not caring much About marriageLicenses and such. But the neighbors And her…
Mama, please brush off my coat.I’m going down the street. Where’re you going, daughter? To see my sugar-sweet. Who is your sugar, honey?Turn around-I’ll brush behind. He is that young man, mama,I can’t get off my mind. Daughter, once upon…
Fortune teller looked in my hand.Fortune teller said,Madam, It’s just good luckYou ain’t dead. Fortune teller squeeze my hand.She squinted up her eyes.Fortune teller said,Madam, you ain’t wise. I said, Please explain to meWhat you mean by that?She said, You…
Where have the people goneThat they do not singTheir flamencos? The people Have gone nowhere: They still sing Their flamencos. Where have the people goneThat they do not singTheir blues? The people Have gone nowhere: They still sing Their blues.
I went back in the alleyAnd I opened up my door.All her clothes was gone:She wasn’t home no more. I pulled back the covers,I made down the bed.A whole lot of roomWas the only thing I had.
MamaRemembers the four-leaf clover And the bright blue Irish sky.IRemember the East River Parkway And the tug boats passing by.IRemember Third AvenueAnd the el trains overhead,And our one window sill geranium Blooming red.MamaRemembers Ireland.All I remember is here—And it’s dear!PapaRemembers…
I can see down thereThat star that brings no peace—I can see in the EastIt does shine.I can see in the WestThe star that does not care—But the star in the North Is mine! Guiding star! Wishing star! North star!…
Let darknessGather up its rosesCupping softnessIn the hand—Till the hard fistOf sunshineDares the darkTo stand.
A Poem for Emancipation Day Seven letters,Seven songs.The seven lettersF-R-E-E-D-O-MSpell Freedom.The seven songsCapture segments of its historyIn terins of black America. Seven songs,Seven names: Cudjoe Sojourner Truth Harriet Tubman Frederick Douglass Booker T. Washington Dr. Carver JackieSeven men and womenFrom…