#Americans #Blacks
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
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.
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
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…
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.
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
