The colored people of this country know and understand the white people better than the white people know and understand them. - James Weldon Johnson

Find Sister Caroline...
And she's tired—
She's weary—
Go down, Death, and bring her to me.

This Great God,
Like a mammy bending over her baby,
Kneeled down in the dust
Toiling over a lump of clay
Till He shaped it in His own image.

So God stepped over to the edge of the world
And He spat out the seven seas;
He batted His eyes, and the lightnings flashed;
He clapped His hands, and the thunders rolled;
And the waters above the earth came down,
The cooling waters came down.