#Americans #Blacks
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.
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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—
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
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
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass