#Americans #Blacks
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Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
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,
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
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
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
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
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
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.
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