#Americans #Blacks
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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…
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
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 went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
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,
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
