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I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
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,
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
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
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…
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
