If you don’t stop running with that gang The gallows is at the end of the road for you Traveling boy Fear His courage to live depended on how successful It was hidden from his consciousness They had never held up a white man before
He Hated His family He knew they were suffering It maddened him He did not have a wider choice of action
Alien white world They get a chance to do everything They don’t let us do nothing White folks Nothing ever happens Quit thinking about it Every time I think of em’ I feel em’ It was a game and all white people knew how to play it
Eyes Pensive, brooding, amusement
Rhythms Of life Indifference Violence Intense desire Moment s of anger Of I don’t give a ****
His interest was caught He leaned forward
A sense of excitement about his new job His body hungered for keen sensation Just keep laughing
Just keep laughing Trying to defeat or gratify powerful impulses In a world he feared
Why did he come to take this ******* job?
confused emotions.
this poem was created mostly with quotes from the book Native Son by Richard Wright