#Americans #Blacks
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.
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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 —
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
