#Americans #Blacks
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
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…
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,
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
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
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
