#Americans #Blacks
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
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
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
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done