#Americans #Blacks
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
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
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
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
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
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.
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…
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
