#Americans #Blacks
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
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…
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
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
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—
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
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 am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
