#AmericanWriters #BlackWriters
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 —
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
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…
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
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
