Author Harriet Monroe They were sauntering down the red road As I passed them ā The round-lipped black woman and her child. And the child was saying: " Why's white folks better'n us, Mammy? What's white folks, anyhow? " Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments