#Americans #Blacks
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
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?
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
