#Americans #Blacks
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
