#Americans #Blacks
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!
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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
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
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
