#Americans #Blacks
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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…
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
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,
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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