#Americans #Blacks
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
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…
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
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
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
