#Americans #Blacks
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
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…
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
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?
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
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
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,
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind