#Americans #Blacks
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
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.
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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—
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 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!
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
