#Americans #Blacks
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
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
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
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…
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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.
