#Americans #Blacks
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
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 rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
