I Come From The Nigger Yard – Poem by Martin Carter
Reading Time 3 mins I Come From Nigger Yard – Martin Carter I come from the nigger yard of yesterday leaping from the oppressors’ hate and the scorn of myself; from the agony of the dark hut in the shadow and the hurt of things; from the long days of cruelty and the long nights of pain down to the wide streets of to-morrow, of the next day leaping I come, who cannot see will hear. In the nigger yard I was naked like the new born naked like a stone or a star. It was a cradle of blind… Read More »I Come From The Nigger Yard – Poem by Martin Carter