#Americans #Blacks
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.…
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
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
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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—
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
