James Weldon Johnson; Crisis, August 1915
O whitened head entwined in turban gay,
O kind black face, O crude, but tender hand,
O foster-mother in whose arms there lay
The race whose sons are masters of the land! Continue reading
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A Lullaby (1914)
Cora J. Ball Motes; Crisis, 1914
Dusky lashes droop and fall,
Night-winds whisper, night-birds call.
Close your tired sleepy eyes,
Earth is singing lullabies. Continue reading
