#Americans #Blacks
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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!
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
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,
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?
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves