#Americans #Blacks
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
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
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
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.…
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
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 —
