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To ride piggy-backto the market of deaththere to purchase a slave, a slave who died young, having given up breath— unwittingly, of course— a slave who died young, perhaps from a fix with a rusty needle infected, to purchase a…
I met You on Your way to death,Though quite by accidentI chose the path I did,Not knowing there You went. When I heard the hooting mobI started to turn backBut, curious, I stood my groundDirectly in its trackAnd sickened suddenlyAt…
You could stop the factory whistles blowing, Stop the mine machines from going, Stop the atom bombs exploding, Stop the battleships from loading, Stop the merchant ships from sailing, Stop the jail house keys from turning, Stop the trains from…
Lumumba was black And he didn’t trust The whores all powdered With uranium dust. Lumumba was blackAnd he didn’t believeThe lies thieves shookThrough their “freedom” sieve. Lumumba was black. His blood was red—And for being a man They killed him…
SingersSingers like O—Singers like Odetta-and that statueOn Bedloe’s Island managed by Sol HurokDancers bojangles late lamentedKatherine Dunham Al and LeonArthus Carmen Alvin MaryJazzers Duke and Dizzy Eric DolphyMiles and Ella and miss NinaStrayhorn hid backstage with Luther“do you read music?”…
In theIn the QuarterIn the Quarter of the NegroesWhere the doors are doors of paperDust of dingy atomsBlows a scratchy sound.Amorphous jack-o’-Lanterns caperAnd the wind won’t wait for midnightFor fun to blow doors down. By the river and the railroadWith…
Note: A ship lent to Sir John Hawkins byQueen Elizabeth as support to his businessventure in the slave traffic off Cape Verdein the latter half of the sixteenth century. Until the crumpets and the christians,Altars of grass bled pathsFrom Congo…
Imagine!They are afraid of you—Black dogThat they have kickedSo long. Imagine!They are afraid of you—MonkeyThey’ve laughed atSo long. Imagine!They are afraid of you—DonkeyDriven so long. Imagine—NiggerThey are afraidOf you!
Well, I knowYou had a hard time in your life.And I knowYou knew what hard times meant.And I guess you understoodThat most folks ain’t much good,Also soon as good things come,They went.But I think you hopedSome folks sometimes would actSomewhat…
Get out the lunch-box of your dreamsAnd bite into the sandwich of your heart,And ride the Jim Crow car until it screamsAnd, like an atom bomb, bursts apart.