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Aunt Sue's Story's

Poet: Ken Jordan Poem: Aunt Sues Story's Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: March/1986 Aunt Sue's story's I hear, rushing out from the heat of a sultry night,  to comfort us  with grace;  to rub our aching shoulders,  and  back from the toils  of a long day - To strengthen our souls for the road across her life,  that crosses and recross  our own - And my face lay pressed to aunt Sue's story's, listening intently, like the dark-faced child; like the black slaves  mingling on the banks of a mighty river - singing sorrow songs in the flow  of aunt Sue's voice - I know where she have been, and I grow strong - Langston Hughes,  said: "Black people sing aunt Sue's story's, cause we have a  head full of story's." A whole heart full of story's - And ain't Sue's story's are real story's, ringing in my ears like a swing low song - Cause when work come's calling; beckoned by the hands of dawn, I whistle and hum hum and whistle, while I sweat beneath the rays of the sun - I hum and I whistle, I whistle and hum, with rhythm, like the black slaves did - grand mama did, grand daddy did and my whole family did - But black people go on and on and on - and the hum grows strong. and the whistle grows strong - before the flow  of aunt Sue's voice, in the heat of a  sultry night - Aunt Sue's story's I Hear -

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