#Americans #Blacks
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
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 ...
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
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
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
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…
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
