Of poverty, dishonor and disgrace, Has pushed the timid little feet of clay, The sacred brown feet of my fallen race!
low down folk
Of poverty, dishonor and disgrace, Has pushed the timid little feet of clay, The sacred brown feet of my fallen race!
low down folk
veil
connect to Du Bois veil?
That stir the hidden depths of native life
this poem makes me think about the colonization of native americans
again
already have returned previously?
the stifling heat of September Somehow it seems to destroy us
This part of the poem reminds me of the same reference to heat thats in Spike Lee's "Do the Right Thing"
