https://www.theguardian.com/books/booksblog/2020/jan/20/poem-of-the-week-harlem-shadows-by-claude-mckay

Free from moralising, this study of life on the streets of 1920s Harlem has a flowing rhythm and charm

Harlem Shadows

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.
Ah, little dark girls who in slippered feet
Go prowling through the night from street to street!