#Americans #Blacks
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.
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…
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
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?
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
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
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
