#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
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
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
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
