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• 1 2022-05-26T15:56:03-04:00 J.W. Work, "It's Great to Be a Problem" (1920) 2 plain 2022-05-26T15:57:20-04:00 11/01/1920
  
  It’s great to be a problem,
  A problem just like me;
  To have the world inquiring
  And asking what you be.
  You must be this,
  You can’t be that,
  Examined through and through;
  So different from all other men,
  The world is studying you.
  
  My grandfather cursed my father,
  For Noah cursed Ham, you know;
  Therefore, my father’s children,
  The rocky road must go.
  We can’t turn here,
  We can’t turn there,
  Because the world’s in doubt,
  What we would do,
  Where we would go,
  What we would be about.
  
  I’m sullen if I speak not,
  I’m insolent if I speak;
  Must curb my aspirations,
  I must be lowly, meek.
  I can’t eat here,
  I can’t sleep there,
  Must “Jim-Crow” on full fare;
  The world can’t know
  What I would do,
  If I were treated square.
  
  It’s great to be a problem,
  A problem just like me;
  To have the world inquiring
  And asking what you be.
  
  Published in The Crisis, November 1920
• 1 2022-07-28T15:35:37-04:00 John Wesley Work (J.W. Work), "It's Great To Be A Problem" (1920) 2 plain 2024-05-03T14:56:03-04:00
  
  It’s great to be a problem,
  A problem just like me;
  To have the world inquiring
  And asking what you be.
  You must be this,
  You can’t be that,
  Examined through and through;
  So different from all other men,
  The world is studying you.
  My grandfather cursed my father,
  For Noah cursed Ham, you know;
  Therefore, my father’s children,
  The rocky road must go.
  We can’t turn here,
  We can’t turn there,
  Because the world’s in doubt,
  What we would do,
  Where we would go,
  What we would be about.
  I’m sullen if I speak not,
  I’m insolent if I speak;
  Must curb my aspirations,
  I must be lowly, meek.
  I can’t eat here,
  I can’t sleep there,
  Must “Jim-Crow” on full fare;
  The world can’t know
  What I would do,
  If I were treated square.
  It’s great to be a problem,
  A problem just like me;
  To have the world inquiring
  And asking what you be.
  
  
  Published in The Crisis, November 1920