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 damn
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 goddamn job?
confused emotions.