#Americans #Blacks
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
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
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
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.
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt