#Americans #Blacks
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
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—
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar