Skin as black an' jes as sof' as a velvet dress, Teeth as white as ivory — well dey is I guess. Eyes dat's jes as big an' bright as de evenin' star; An' dat hol' some sort o' light lublier by far. Hair don't hang 'way down her back; plaited up in rows; Wid de two en's dat's behin' tied wid ribben bows. Han's dat raly wuz'n made fu' hard work, I'm sho'; Got a little bit o' foot; weahs a numbah fo'. You jes oughtah see dat gal Sunday's w'en she goes To de Baptis' meetin' house, dressed in her bes' clo'es. W'en she puts her w'ite dress on an' othah things so fine; Now, Su', don't you know I'm proud o' dat gal o' mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TRANSPOSITIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO CARMEN SYLVA (QUEEN OF ROUMANIA) by EMMA LAZARUS A MENDOCINO MEMORY by EDWIN MARKHAM ANCHORED TO THE INFINITE by EDWIN MARKHAM |