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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.
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
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,
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.