#Americans #Blacks
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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 —
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
