#Americans #Blacks
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,