James Weldon Johnson, ed. (18711938). The Book of American Negro Poetry. 1922.
I can remember when I was a little, young girl, how my old mammy would sit out of doors in the evenings and look up at the stars and groan, and I would say, Mammy, what makes you groan so? And she would say, I am groaning to think of my poor children; they do not know where I be and I dont know where they be. I look up at the stars and they look up at the stars!Sojourner Truth.