Aesthete In Harlem


Strange,
That in this nigger place,
I should meet Life face to face
When for years, I had been seeking
Life in places gentler speaking
Until I came to this near street
And found Life--stepping on my feet!
-Langston Hughes

Friday, March 19, 2010

Charlie

There was a girl named Charlie
Please tell me have you seen her?
Her hair is dark and her body's cold
She's shivering somewhere
Maybe behind a dumpster
She's givin' up life
Someone please help her.

There came a guy
Who heard her cries
Her Eyes shined like the stars in the sky
Oh please don't leave her side
For her sake don't let it die.

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