#Americans #Blacks
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
