One day I stopped 
I listened and heard 
The most beautiful sound 
My SOUL…

There was a young lady of Lynn. Who was so uncommonly thin That when she essayed To drink lemonade, She slipped through the straw and fell in.

I'd rather have an enemy who admit that they hate me
Than to have a friend that secretly puts me down.

It takes two races to mongrelize a race—if that’s the right word—and when we white people holler about mongrelizin’, isn’t that something of a reflection on ourselves as a race?

Written By Harper Lee

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