#Americans #Blacks
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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…
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.