I hear the halting footsteps of a lass
In Negro Harlem when the night lets fall
Its veil. I see the shapes of girls who pass
To bend and barter at desire's call.
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My thoughts on Claude McKays poem 'Harlem Shadows' is how on key he was about how some young African American women used prostitution to trade for drugs.
So sympathetic and expressive with high human feelings towards the lost girls in Harlem.