#Americans #Blacks
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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…
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
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…
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.
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
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