#Americans #Blacks
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
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
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
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.…
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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…
