#Americans #Blacks
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
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…
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
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—
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
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,
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
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…
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
