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I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
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—
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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,