Oh, foolish man, why weep you now?
Oh, foolish man, why weep you now?
We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes, This debt we pay to human guile . . . But let the world dream otherwise, We wear the mask.
Oh, how with more than dreams the soul is torn, Ere sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes.
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core.
I hope there is something worthy in my writings and not merely the novelty of a black face associated with the power to rhyme that has attracted attention.
It's 'nough to titter w'en destew is smokin' hot, But it's mighty he'd to giggle we'ndey's nuffin' in de pot.
Blessed soul, tek up de cross!
Love me, honey, love me true?
People are taking it for granted that the Negro ought not to work with his head. And it is so easy for these people among whom we are living to believe this it flatters and satisfies their self-complacency.
With our short sight we affect to take a comprehensive view of eternity. Our horizon is the universe.
There is a heaven, for ever, day by day, The upward longing of my soul doth tell me so. There is a hell, I'm quite as sure for pray, If there were not, where would my neighbors go.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories