For Ise still goin, honey,
Mother to Son
Dont you set down on the steps.
Ise been a-climbin on,
Ise still climbin,
Bare.
Cause you finds its kinder hard.
But all the time
Well, son, Ill tell you:
Langston Hughes
And splinters,
Where there aint beenno light.
Life for me aint been no crystal stair.
And sometimes goin in the dark
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
And lifefor me aint been no crystal stair.
Dont you fall now—
So, boy, dont you turn back.
Its had tacks in it,
And reachin landins,
And turnin corners,
