#Americans #Blacks
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
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
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.
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
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,
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
