#Americans #Blacks
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
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 ...
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
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.…
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
