#Americans #Blacks
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
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.
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
