#Americans #Blacks
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
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
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.
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
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
