Congratulations Google

well, well, look who we have here

anthropologist, writer, dancer, lover

zora neale who stand to any man kind

of pain hurston would continue she

had faith in lots of things the

vodou rites in haiti, dealing up to

langston hughes, the black poet of the age

writing novels there was nothing

zora neale could not do, she work as

a healing force on countless sinews

flex that muscle zora neale hurston

spring it tight, brighten what you

must do, zora neale me and you

she died as a maid in a florida hotel

zora neale me and then you

dear woman researcher

i managed not to know there was wisdom

in those sociological discoveries you made

being it I was at work, i work all day

zora neale on a ship to moscow with

langston and other artists that day

when revolution breathed of poetry the

cadence of movement that day layered

fingers weave pastel clay there is no

movement zora neale the ways i dreamed about you

alice walker came and got your grave

is it true these things that i do to you

cut open my veins

heighten pain zora neale

me and then you

zora neal hurston me

and you  

 Zora Neale Hurston, January 7, 1891 – January 28, 1960