Maya Angelou

(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)

Harlem Hopscotch - Poem by Maya Angelou

One foot down, then hop! It's hot.
Good things for the ones that's got.
Another jump, now to the left.
Everybody for hisself.

In the air, now both feet down.
Since you black, don't stick around.
Food is gone, the rent is due,
Curse and cry and then jump two.

All the people out of work,
Hold for three, then twist and jerk.
Cross the line, they count you out.
That's what hopping's all about.

Both feet flat, the game is done.
They think I lost. I think I won.


Comments about Harlem Hopscotch by Maya Angelou

  • (6/19/2017 11:11:00 PM)


    An air of a children's game until the stark reminder:
    'Food is gone, the rent is due'. Quite good.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 9, 2016



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