#Americans #Blacks
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
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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 went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
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
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
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.…
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, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
