#Americans #Blacks
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 dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
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—
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
