#Americans #Blacks
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
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?
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done