The Children of the Poor (Gwendolyn Brooks Poems)
1People who have no children can be hard:Attain a mail of ice and insolence:Need not pause in the fire, and ...
1People who have no children can be hard:Attain a mail of ice and insolence:Need not pause in the fire, and ...
Blacknessis a title,is a preoccupation,is a commitment Blacksare to comprehend-and in which you areto perceive your Glory.The conscious shoutof all ...
A riot is the language of the unheard.-martin luther kingJohn Cabot, out of Wilma, once a Wycliffe,all whitebluerose below his ...
For Reverend Theodore RichardsonIf Mary came would MaryForgive, as Mothers may,And sad and second SaviourFurnish us today?She would not shake ...
Mayor. Worldman. Historyman.Beyond steps that occur and close,your steps are echo-makers.You can never be forgotten.We begin our health.We enter the ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
I hold my honey and I store my bread In little jars and cabinets of my will. I label clearly, ...
Maud went to college. Sadie stayed home. Sadie scraped life With a fine toothed comb. She didn't leave a tangle ...
Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love. My daughters and sons have put me away with ...
Now who could take you off to tiny life In one room or in two rooms or in three And ...
Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small ...
One wants a teller in a time like this One's not a man, one's not a woman grown To bear ...
I shall not sing a May song. A May song should be gay. I'll wait until November And sing a ...
To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well. You look ...
We real cool. We Left School. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz ...
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened ...
The good man. He is still enhancer, renouncer. In the time of detachment, in the time of the vivid heather ...
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