Wear it Like a banner For the proud Not like a shroud.
Wear it Like a banner For the proud Not like a shroud.
It is the duty of the younger Negro artist ... to change through the force of his art that old whispering 'I want to be white,' hidden in the aspirations of his people, to 'Why should I want to be white I am a Negro and beautiful'
Rest a pale evening ... A tall slim tree ... Night coming tenderly Black like me.
Good morning, daddy Aint you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred You think Its a happy beat.
Quick, sunrise, come Sunrise out of Africa, Quick, come.
I am a Negro Black as the night is black, Black like the depths of my Africa.
Never look for a worm in the apple of your eye.
I am the American heartbreak The rock on which Freedom Stumped its toe.
Melting pot Harlem Harlem of honey and chocolate and caramel and rum and vinegar and lemon and lime and gall ... where the subway from the Bronx keeps right on downtown.
I got the Weary Blues And I cant be satisfied.
Negro blood is sure powerful because just one drop of black blood makes a colored man. One drop you are a Negro ... Black is powerful.
Ive known rivers Ive known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in Human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories