#Americans #Blacks
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
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…
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
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
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
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.…
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
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
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur