I know what the caged bird feels, alas!.

We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,- - This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we s….

You are sweet, O Love, dear Love,You are soft as the nesting dove.Come to my heart and bring it restAs the bird flies home to its welcome nest..

It's all a farce, - these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o'er field and dell, Because the year is dying..

People are taking it for granted that [the Negro] ought not to work with his head. And it is so easy for these people among whom we are living to bel….

Taking it all in all and after all, negro life in Washington is a promise rather than a fulfillment. But it is worthy of note for the really excellen….