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Thu, 24.09.2009

AIN’T I A WOMAN? by Sojourner Truth

Well, children, were there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. I think that it wixt the negroes of the South and the women of the North, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what’s all this here talking about?

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain’t I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm!

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They call me the howlin' wolf now, and you found me howlin' at your door They call me the howlin' wolf now, baby, and you know you found me howlin'... HOWLIN’ FOR MY BABY by Howlin’ Wolf
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