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  • Black brother, think you life so sweet
    That you would live at any price?
    13 lines
  • Cum, listen w'ile yore Unkel sings
    Erbout how low sweet chariot swings,
    33 lines
  • (_Who Was Christened Lucy Jane_)
    She danced, near nude, to tom-tom beat,
    20 lines, 1 comment
  • Dar's a lazy, sortah hazy
    Feelin' grips me, thoo an' thoo;
    14 lines
  • He's struttin' sho ernuff,
    Wearin' a lady's muff
    38 lines
  • The poet sits and dreams and dreams;
    He scans his verse; he probes his themes.
    19 lines, 2 comments
  • God's placid heavens mother you,
    His sunsets blend your bars,
    8 lines
  • Sis Hannah May Liza, so Emphraim sayed,
    Stole out 'neaf a sycamo' tree an' prayed
    48 lines
  • I plucked a rose, a red rose rare,
    I placed her on a throne
    18 lines
  • Mah ruddah's brokin, an' mah sail
    Wen' ovah bode, in las' night's gale;
    18 lines
  • Well-meaning friends often ask,
    Am I not weary of my task,
    15 lines
  • You sez dat ole frens am de best.
    I begs yore pawden, deed I do,
    3 lines
  • Cannibalistic vulture,
    Grown fat upon your brother's blood,
    23 lines
  • No man can shape his destiny,
    Though ardent his desire,
    16 lines
  • Rent and bleeding,
    Upon her knees
    8 lines
  • I am as fond of fun and jokes
    As other real red-blooded folks.
    19 lines
  • Sweet singer, how I envy you,
    Faint, fleeting, speck 'gainst azure hue.
    5 lines
  • "Put out the light!"
    He had no need of man-made glow
    26 lines
  • (Matthew—2:15)
    Indirectly, out of Africa you came
    10 lines
  • Reflecting ragged
    Flecks of white,
    12 lines
  • Dutiful, underpaid bearer of burden
    (Although as oxen your past roles were cast,
    8 lines
  • Though many are the dreams I dream,
    They're born within a single theme.
    9 lines
  • (Dedicated to Cincinnati Branch, N. A. A. C. P., and sung to the air, "America")
    Dear Lord we come to Thee,
    32 lines
  • (To G. B. P.)
    I have filched a mite ob time
    18 lines
  • The shackles rend, your hands are free,
    You need no longer humb'ly bow
    8 lines
  • It wuz cole, de snow dun drifted
    Hi' roun' 'bout de ole barn do';
    43 lines
  • Oh! foolish one in quest of ease,
    Do you not know that ease on earth, for men,
    7 lines
  • Prejudice with venom smote every word and act;
    Snuffed was the light of knowledge from your view.
    28 lines
  • Some men go beyond their way
    To advertise, in bold display,
    5 lines
  • My Harvah rit me week fo' las',
    Dat is, dat's w'en I got it;
    25 lines
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