#Americans #Blacks
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
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
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
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
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
