#Americans #Blacks
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
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
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
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…
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
