Wednesday, May 15, 2013


My mother said to me,
"Try to be good.
Keep your belongings
Neat as you should,
Say your prayers daily
Before you sleep,
And make no promise
You cannot keep."

My black mammy said to me,
"Thirteen's bad.
Let it alone,
Or you'll wish. you had,
Never cut yo' vittles
Wid a black-handled knife,
An' doan kill a spider.
Hit's de debbil's wife."

Seldom I'm good
For virtue's sake,
And many's the promise
 I've made to break
But I shun thirteen
And a black-handled knife,
And I couldn't kill a spider
To save my life.
-Margaret Bell Houston

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