Madam and the Newsboy

Newsboy knocks,
I buy the DEFENDER.
These colored papers
Is a solid sender.

I read all about
The murdering news,
And who killed who
With the love sick blues.

Then I read
The lynchings and such,
Come to the conclusion
White folks ain’t much.

Then I turn over
And read the scandal
In the gossip column,
Initials for a handle.

Then the pictures:
Marva looks well—
But if Joe was my husband,
I’d also look swell.

It’s just a matter
Of Who is Who—
If I was Marva I’d be
In the papers, too.
Wouldn’t you?