Harlem Hopscotch Poem by Maya Angelou
Harlem Hopscotch
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.
An air of a children's game until the stark reminder: 'Food is gone, the rent is due'. Quite good.
Maya had most definitely won! One of the greatest poets of our time!
bru my teacher jus told us to read this its boring.! bru.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/2/2024 8:27:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like the way she takes a childrens game and ties it into life.
your are a literal bum