#Americans #Blacks
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
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
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
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.
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
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.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
