#Americans #Blacks
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
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 worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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
