#Americans #Blacks
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
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.
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
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—