#Americans #Blacks
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
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 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…
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
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
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
