#Americans #Blacks
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
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
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
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.
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
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
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
