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The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed