#Americans #Blacks
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…
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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.
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
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
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
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
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,
