#Americans #Blacks
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
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 sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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
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…
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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 —
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.…
