Tag: toni_morrison

You are about to find out what it takes, how the world is, how it works, and how it changes
All the little things I didn’t do or did wrong
I may have done some hurtful things
They were still giggling, so proud of themselves
Oh yeah, I feel bad sometimes
But it’s not my fault. It’s not my fault. It’s not
Things got better but I still had to be careful
So it was just us two for a long while
I did the best I could
I knew we were in trouble
I didn’t do it and have no idea how it happened
Then what? What did you mean?
The topic was not new
The plumbing in the mansion was breaking up
I don’t understand anything you’re saying
I know I’m an outsider, but I’m not an enemy
I’ll come back to check on you, okay?
You a pitiful case if ever I see one
They were in eternal if silent conversation
At a loss as to where to go or what to do
He swore later that he did not fall asleep
But what kind of message is that?
Moving, moving, all the time moving
There are no windows
It was not a story to pass on
She opened the door, walked in and locked it tight behind her
You are my face; I am you
He went to the window and wanted to cry
Nothing was in that shed, he knew, having been there early that morning
She had been dreaming it for years
Breathing and murmuring, breathing and murmuring
Just let me feel your fingers again on the back of my neck
I walked here. A long, long, long, long way
Some things go. Pass on. Some things just stay
There was nowhere else gracefully to go
If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it
You think I don’t know how to walk when I want to walk?
Come here. I want to show you something
I just want to get out alive and breathing
When night came he just sat, at the foot of a tree
It moves and changes from one kind of black to another
Some just empty. Some like fingers. And it don’t stay still
There’re five or six kinds of black. Some silky, some woolly
You think dark is just one color, but it ain’t
Through the blast of the gun and the picking of his pocket he slept like a baby
Look out, womens. Here he come. Huh!
Anything that happens after this party breaks up is nothing
I know what you came for
To see how black I was
She didn’t want to be like that