#Americans #Blacks
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
