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FROM THE AUTHOR OF THE AWARD WINNING COLLECTION, FINALLY >
As I walk through Harlem, the tears begin to fall For this is the Mecca of my people, where we stand tall.
It’s where we first heard Malcolm’s “by any means necessary” and Marcus’s back-to- Africa call, And Adam let us know that there is definitely “black power” for all. And now what we hear as we walk down these streets Are the ringing echos of the Reverend Al’s “no justice, no peace.”
As I walk through Harlem, the tears begin to fall For this is the Mecca of my people, where we stand tall.
The Schomberg Center, the Studio Museum and so much more Londells, Sylvias, Copeland’s, lots of food for sure Then there’s the World Famous Apollo on 125th Street, Where so many of our entertainers first showcased their beat.
As I walk through Harlem, the tears begin to fall For this is the Mecca of my people, where we stand tall.
The Savoy, the Audobon, The Baby Grand and St. Theresa Hotel of old Then there’s Strivers Row and Sugar Hill, where you’ll find the gold. Abyssinian and Canaan Baptist are two of the prominent churches here. You will also find City College up on the hill way up there.
As I walk through Harlem, the tears begin to fall For this is the Mecca of my people, where we stand tall.
People from Africa, the Caribbean, down South and out West. All moved to Harlem to try to do their best. So to me, there’s no place like Harlem, where my people stand tall From our ancestors to descendants, Harlem welcomes them all!
Published in the collection, Finally. Copyright © 2004 by Rolanda T. Pyle. All rights reserved.
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