#Americans #Blacks
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
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—
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 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
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
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.
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
