#Americans #Blacks
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
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 live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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!
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams