The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…

I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,

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

Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.

Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:

When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de

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

The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,

When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself

My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a