#Americans #Blacks
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
