Georgia Douglas Johnson:
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Snally Gaster's African American Phat Library Experience
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Don't knock at my door, little child,
I cannot let you in,
You know not what a world this is
Of cruelty and sin.
Wait in the still eternity
Until I come to you,
The world is cruel, cruel, child,
I cannot let you in!
Don't knock at my heart, little one,
I cannot bear the pain
Of turning deaf-ear to your call
Time and time again!
You do not know the monster men
Inhabiting the earth,
Be still, be still, my precious child,
I must not give you birth!
They have dreamed as young men dream
of glory, love and power;
they have hoped as youth will hope
of life's sun-minted hour.
They have seen as others saw
their bubbles burst in air,
they have learned to live it down
as though they did not care.
BLACK WOMAN