#Americans #Blacks
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
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.
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
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
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…