The word today is Personal
of De Witt Williams on his way to Lincoln Cemetery
BY GWENDOLYN BROOKSHe was born in Alabama.He was bred in Illinois.He was nothing but aPlain black boy.Swing low swing low sweet sweet chariot.Nothing but a plain black boy.Drive him past the Pool Hall.Drive him past the Show.Blind within his casket,But maybe he will know.Down through Forty-seventh Street:Underneath the L,And Northwest Corner, Prairie,That he loved so well.Don’t forget the Dance Halls—Warwick and Savoy,Where he picked his women, whereHe drank his liquid joy.Born in Alabama.Bred in Illinois.He was nothing but aPlain black boy.Swing low swing low sweet sweet chariot.Nothing but a plain black boy.Check out some of Gwendolyn's Books on Amazon
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