#Americans #Blacks
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…
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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.
