#Americans #Blacks
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
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…
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
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,
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
