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It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
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…
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
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.
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
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’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…
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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…