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I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
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
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.
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,
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
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
