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You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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—
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,