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  • A Black Man Tells His Son the Whole Story
  • Lenard D. Moore (bio)

I never had the chance to stay in school. My daddy said “work,” and his word was rule. This story I tell wherever I go.

No one denies the truth about my hands that worked the fields, the roads, the shoeshine stands. This story I tell wherever I go.

For fifty years I sweat my dues, wept salt liquor from the blues. This story I tell wherever I go.

Lord knows it’s so hard living like a hound. I pray alone, my bony knees strike ground. This story I tell wherever I go.

I cannot call back how my words spew out, spill the gritty troubles without a doubt. This story I tell wherever I go.

I want my story told after I die. How I pulled peanuts in the fields to dry. This story I tell wherever I go.

Like the rising winds, our names must blow. This story I tell wherever I go. This story I tell wherever I go.

TAKE TWO

Never had the chance to learn in school, Say, I never had no chance to stay in school— Daddy said “work”— He made the golden rules. [End Page 116]

This story I tell wherever I go!

No one denies the truth about my hands, Say, no one denies the truth about my hands that worked scorched fields, roads, and shoeshine stands.

This story I tell wherever I go!

For fifty years I just sweated my dues. Say, for fifty years I sweated my dues, and wept scrap- iron from weary blues.

This story I tell wherever I go!

Lord knows it’s so hard living like a hound. Say, Lord knows it’s so hard living like a hound. I pray alone, my bony knees strike ground.

This story I tell wherever I go!

I can’t recall how my words spew out. Can’t just call back how my words spew out, spilling gritty troubles—no doubt.

This story I tell wherever I go!

I want my story told after I die. Say, I want my story told after I die. How I pulled peanuts in the fields to dry.

This story I tell wherever I go!

Like the rising winds, our names must grow. Say, like the rising winds, our names must grow.

This story I tell wherever I go! This story I tell wherever I go! [End Page 117]

Lenard D. Moore

Lenard D. Moore, a North Carolina native, is Founder of the Carolina African American Writers’ Collective. He is the recipient of several awards, including the North Carolina Award in Literature (2014). He is author of A Temple Looming (WordTech Editions, 2008), and other books. He teaches at the University of Mount Olive.

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ISSN
1534-1488
Print ISSN
1068-8218
Pages
pp. 116-117
Launched on MUSE
2015-10-04
Open Access
No
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