#Americans #Blacks
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 —
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
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…
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a