#Americans #Blacks
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
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.
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
