#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.…
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
