#Americans #Blacks
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
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…
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
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 live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
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
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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…
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
