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arrive. The Ladies from the Ladie… Arrive in the afternoon, the late… In diluted gold bars across the bo… Of proud, seamed faces with mercy… Here, there, interrupting, all dee…
you did not know you were Afrika When you set out for Afrika you did not know you were going. Because you did not know you were Afrika.
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his goo… Oakened as they grew. “I am not hungry for berries.
Into her mother’s bedroom to wash… “My mother is jelly-hearted and sh… Sweet, quiver-soft, irrelevant. N… Only a habit would cry if she shou… A pleasant sort of fool without th…
I hold my honey and I store my br… In little jars and cabinets of my… I label clearly, and each latch an… I bid, Be firm till I return from… I am very hungry. I am incomplete…
They eat beans mostly, this old ye… Dinner is a casual affair. Plain chipware on a plain and crea… Tin flatware. Two who are Mostly Good.
Now who could take you off to tiny… In one room or in two rooms or in… And cork you smartly, like the fla… You are? Not any woman. Not a wif… You’d let her twirl you, give her…
I shall not sing a May song. A May song should be gay. I’ll wait until November And sing a song of gray. I’ll wait until November
One wants a teller in a time like… One’s not a man, one’s not a woman… To bear enormous business all alon… One cannot walk this winding stree… Straight-shouldered, tranquil-eyed…
Ugliest little boy that everyone ever saw. That is what everyone said. Even to his mother it was apparent… when the blue-aproned nurse came i…
“The fact that we are black is our ultimate reality.” —Ron Karenga And several strengths from drowsin… but spoke in Single Sermon on the…
People who have no children can be… Attain a mail of ice and insolence… Need not pause in the fire, and in… Hesitate in the hurricane to guard… And when wide world is bitten and…
Mayor. Worldman. Historyman. Beyond steps that occur and close, your steps are echo-makers. You can never be forgotten. We begin our health.
Mrs. Coley’s three-flat brick Isn’t here any more. All done with seeing her fat littl… Burst out of the basement door; And with seeing her African son-i…
Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the sun-slappers, the self-soilers, the harmony-hushers,