#Americans #Blacks
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
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,
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
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—
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
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