Living in the Harlem Renaissance

Grubbers,

You’re not accepted here.

You give us white folks the heebie jeebies.

This is hokum! Hooey!

Making us grummy, by taking what is ours.

Go back South, go work the fields.

Scram; get lost!

You fellas taking our jobs, leaving us as dewdroppers!

Got your gals all dolled up, looking for some dope.

Don’t doublecross me, or I’ll bump you off.

This is all baloney, you better beat it.

You don’t belong here.

You’ll never belong here.

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