Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
Holiday
When I consider all the people on this stret
I am sad.
I am pained
With thoughts of little feet,
Black, brown, and yellow feet
Walking up and down,
Going nowhere.
My heart breaks
When I think of people on this lonely street.
Written by Arna Bontemps (1902-1973)
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