#Americans #Blacks
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
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
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
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
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
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.
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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.