him
Than I awoke.
The doctor said, Madam,
Your fever’s broke—
Nurse, put her on a diet,
And buy her some chicken.
I said, Better buy
two—
Cause I’m still here kickin’!
Madam and the Minister
Reverend Butler came by
My house last week.
He said, Have you got
A little time to speak?
He said, I am interested
In your soul.
Has it been saved,
Or is your heart stone-cold?
I said, Reverend,
I’ll have you know
I was baptized
Long ago.
He said, What have you
Done since then?
I said, None of your
Business, friend.
He said, Sister
Have you back-slid?
I said, It felt good—
If I did!
He said, Sister,
Come time to die,
The Lord will surely
Ask you why!
I’m gonna pray
For you!
Goodbye!
I felt kinder sorry
I talked that way
After Rev. Butler
Went away—
So I ain’t in no mood
For sin today.
Madam and Her Might-Have-Been
I had two husbands.
I could of had three—
But my Might-Have-Been
Was too good for me.
When you grow up the hard way
Sometimes you don’t know
What’s too good to be true,
Just might be so.
He worked all the time,
Spent his money on me—
First time in my life
I had anything free.
I said, Do you love me?
Or am I mistaken?
You’re always giving
And never taking.
He said, Madam, I swear
All I want is you.
Right then and there
I knowed we was through!
I told him, Jackson,
You better leave—
You got some’n else
Up your sleeve:
When you think you got bread
It’s always a stone—
Nobody loves nobody
For yourself alone.
He said, In me
You’ve got no trust.
I said, I don’t want
My heart to bust.
Madam and the Census Man
The census man,
The day he came round,
Wanted my name
To put it down.
I said, JOHNSON,
ALBERTA K.
But he hated to write
The K that way.
He said, What
Does K stand for?
I said, K—
And nothing more.
He said, I’m gonna put it
K—A—Y.
I said, If you do,
You lie.
My mother christened me
ALBERTA K.
You leave my name
Just that way!
He said, Mrs.,
(With a snort)
Just a K
Makes your name too short.
I said, I don’t
Give a damn!
Leave me and my name
Just like I am!
Furthermore, rub out
That MRS., too—
I’ll have you know
I’m
Madam
to you!
MONTAGE
OF A
DREAM
DEFERRED
Dream Boogie
Good morning, daddy!
Ain’t you heard
The boogie-woogie rumble
Of a dream deferred?
Listen closely:
You’ll hear their feet
Beating out and beating out a—
You think
It’s a happy beat?
Listen to it closely:
Ain’t you heard
something underneath
like a—
What did I say?
Sure,
I’m happy!
Take it away!
Hey, pop!
Re-bop!
Mop!
Y-e-a-h!
Parade
Seven ladies
and seventeen gentlemen
at the Elks Club Lounge
planning planning a parade:
Grand Marshal in his white suit
will lead it.
Cadillacs with dignitaries
will precede it.
And behind will come
with band and drum
on foot … on foot …
on foot …
Motorcycle cops,
white,
will speed it
out of sight
if they can:
Solid black,
can’t be right.
Marching … marching …
marching …
noon till night …
I never knew
that many Negroes
were on earth
,
did you?
I never knew!
PARADE!
A chance to let
PARADE!
the whole world see
PARADE!
old black me!
Children’s Rhymes
When I was a chile we used to play,
“One—two—buckle my shoe!”
and things like that. But now, Lord,
listen at them little varmints!
By what sends
the white
E. Davies
Tracy Hickman, Dan Willis
David Bergen
M.G. Vassanji
Barry Hughart
Jacqueline Briskin
Nina Evans
Unknown
Audrey Howard
Nancy Gideon