#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
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
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
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.
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
