#Americans #Blacks
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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…
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
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,
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
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.
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
