That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.

I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,

It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.

The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.

I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.

I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,

How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water

Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right