#Americans #Blacks
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
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.
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
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…
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…