#Americans #Blacks
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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…
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
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.
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,
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria: