By Countee Cullen
What is Africa to me:
Copper sun or scarlet sea,
Jungle star or jungle track,
Strong bronzed men, or regal…
Copper sun or scarlet sea,
Jungle star or jungle track,
Strong bronzed men, or regal…
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- By Ashanti AndersonYou are dark as religion. Remember God
could not have named a modicum of light without you.
You are … - By Maya AngelouYou may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But… - By Countee CullenI doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind,
And did He stoop to quibble could tell why
The little buried… - By James Weldon JohnsonLift every voice and sing
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing… - By Paul Laurence DunbarI know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind … - By Robert HaydenI
Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy:
Sails flashing to the wind like weapons,
sharks following the… - By Kamau BrathwaiteOut of this roar of innumerable demons
hot cinema tarzan sweat
rolling moth ball eyes yellow teeth … - By Vachel LindsayIt is portentous, and a thing of state
That here at midnight, in our little town
A mourning figure walks… - By Robert HaydenThen fled, O brethren, the wicked juba
and wandered wandered far
from curfew joys in the Dismal’s night… - By Gwendolyn Brooksof the furious
Who take Today and jerk it out of joint
have made new underpinnings and a Head.
… - By Gwendolyn BrooksRudolph Reed was oaken.
His wife was oaken too.
And his two good girls and his good little man
Oakened… - By James Weldon JohnsonLift ev’ry voice and sing,
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing… - By Robert DuncanIn the groves of Africa from their natural wonder
the wildebeest, zebra, the okapi, the elephant,
have… - By Rita DoveWhat did he do except lie
under a pear tree, wrapped in
a great cloak, and meditate
on the heavenly … - By Robert HaydenWhen it is finally ours, this freedom, this liberty, this beautiful
and terrible thing, needful to man… - By Jay WrightIn a morning coat,
hands locked behind your back,
you walk gravely along the lines in your head.
These… - By Audre LordeI
Is the total black, being spoken
From the earth's inside.
There are many kinds of open.
How a diamond…