Here in Harlem: Poems in Many Voices

Here in Harlem: Poems in Many Voices — page 5 — Mali Evans 12 Student I’d like to be old one day Like Mrs Purvis with her gray Hair like a halo around her black face She says it’s her crown her tiara She walks slowly grandly Down the avenue as if the streets Were her queendom and even The winos smile and bow Or raise their hands in greeting I would like to be an ancient lady Tree-tough and deep-rooted In the rich soil of my dark Foreverness And the only thing white I would wear Is the crown about my Sweet black face 2

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Here in Harlem: Poems in Many Voices — page 8 — Macon R Allen 38 Deacon I love a shouting church Praises bounding off the ceiling The rhythm catching up the feet Tambourines that send the spirits reeling Yes give me a shouting church A big sister wiping at her face Praising Jesus to a jump-up preacher As he hollers gospel on the way to grace Lord give me a shouting church Where everybody knows the end is coming fast And the righteous speak in tongues Saying Sinner don’t let this harvest pass Don’t give me no whispering church Don’t be mumbling nothing to my Lord You came in crying and you going out crying So don’t be holding back the word Oh Lord I love a shouting church Wake up Lazarus Wake up Paul Wake the congregation and lift their hearts If they don’t hear it now they won’t hear at all Oh I love a shouting church Can I get an A-men 5

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