#Americans #Blacks
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.…
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
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
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
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
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—
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
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.
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
