#Americans #Blacks
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
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,
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
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…
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
