#Americans #Blacks #Women
He was born in Alabama. He was bred in Illinois. He was nothing but a Plain black boy. Swing low swing low sweet sweet ch…
To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are w… You look at things Through his eyes.
I’ve stayed in the front yard al… I want a peek at the back Where it’s rough and untended an… A girl gets sick of a rose. I want to go in the back yard now
And if sun comes How shall we greet him? Shall we not dread him, Shall we not fear him After so lengthy a
People who have no children can be… Attain a mail of ice and insolence… Need not pause in the fire, and in… Hesitate in the hurricane to guard… And when wide world is bitten and…
I put my seed into the ground And said, 'I’ll watch it grow.’ I watered it and cared for it As well as I could know. One day I walked in my back yard,
AS SEEN BY DISCIPLINES There they are. Thirty at the corner. Black, raw, ready. Sores in the city
“The fact that we are black is our ultimate reality.” —Ron Karenga And several strengths from drowsin… but spoke in Single Sermon on the…
Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the sun-slappers, the self-soilers, the harmony-hushers,
I shall not sing a May song. A May song should be gay. I’ll wait until November And sing a song of gray. I’ll wait until November
To Marc Crawford from whom the commission Whose broken window is a cry of ar… (success, that winks aware as elegance, as a treasonable fait…
of the furious Who take Today and jerk it out of… have made new underpinnings and a… Blacktime is time for chimeful poemhood
Now who could take you off to tiny… In one room or in two rooms or in… And cork you smartly, like the fla… You are? Not any woman. Not a wif… You’d let her twirl you, give her…
Oh mother, mother, where is happin… They took my lover’s tallness off… Left me lamenting. Now I cannot g… What I can use an empty heart-cup… He won’t be coming back here any m…
A riot is the language of the unhe… —martin luther king John Cabot, out of Wilma, once a… all whitebluerose below his golden… wrapped richly in right linen and…
