#Americans #Blacks
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…
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
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 —
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
