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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=402216" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ballad of Rudolph Reed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rudolph Reed was oaken.<br>His wife was oaken too.<br>And his two good girls and his good little man<br>Oakened as they grew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I am not hungry for berries.<br>I am not hungry for bread.<br>But hungry hungry for a house<br>Where at night a man in bed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;May never hear the plaster<br>Stir as if in pain.<br>May never hear the roaches<br>Falling like fat rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Where never wife and children need<br>Go blinking through the gloom.<br>Where every room of many rooms<br>Will be full of room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Oh my home may have its east or west<br>Or north or south behind it.<br>All I know is I shall know it,<br>And fight for it when I find it.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The agent's steep and steady stare<br>Corroded to a grin.<br>Why you black old, tough old hell of a man,<br>Move your family in!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nary a grin grinned Rudolph Reed,<br>Nary a curse cursed he,<br>But moved in his House. With his dark little wife,<br>And his dark little children three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A neighbor would look, with a yawning eye<br>That squeezed into a slit.<br>But the Rudolph Reeds and children three<br>Were too joyous to notice it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For were they not firm in a home of their own<br>With windows everywhere<br>And a beautiful banistered stair<br>And a front yard for flowers and a back for grass?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first night, a rock, big as two fists.<br>The second, a rock big as three.<br>But nary a curse cursed Rudolph Reed.<br>(Though oaken as man could be.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The third night, a silvery ring of glass.<br>Patience arched to endure,<br>But he looked, and lo! small Mabel's blood<br>Was staining her gaze so pure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up did rise our Roodoplh Reed<br>And pressed the hand of his wife,<br>And went to the door with a thirty-four<br>And a beastly butcher knife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He ran like a mad thing into the night<br>And the words in his mouth were stinking.<br>By the time he had hurt his first white man<br>He was no longer thinking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the time he had hurt his fourth white man<br>Rudolph Reed was dead.<br>His neighbors gathered and kicked his corpse.<br>&quot;Nigger--&quot; his neighbors said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Small Mabel whimpered all night long,<br>For calling herself the cause.<br>Her oak-eyed mother did no thing<br>But change the bloody gauze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gwendolyn+Brooks">Gwendolyn Brooks</a><div class=q>
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His wife was oaken too.
And his two good girls and his good little man
Oakened as they grew.

&quot;I am not hungry for berries.
I am not hungry for bread.
But hungry hungry for a house
Where at night a man in bed

&quot;Ma..."></div>
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