Here's one that my Mom always recites. It's from a small book of poems, she says, from her childhood years. I cannot find any reference to it:

"Little Joey by the doorstep
on a little cabin lane.
Pouring gravel through his fingers
and his Mammy heard him say. Ain't
nobody, can't nobody, love a colored
child I guess. Manny slaps me, teacher
raps me, and I longs for love I fess"...

A nickle to anyone who knows the book, the
author, or another verse....   :o)