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You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
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…
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
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 will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
