He’s been a mule so long
He’s forgotten about his race.
I’m like that old mule —
Black — and don’t give a damn!
You got to take me
Like I am.
Similar Posts
Children, I come back today
That I had to climb, that I had to knowIn order that the race might live and grow.Look at my face – dark as the night –Yet shining like the sun with love’s true light.I am the dark girl who crossed the red seaCarrying in my body the seed of the free.I am the woman…
Being walkers with the dawn and morning,
We are not afraid of night,Nor days of gloom,Nor darkness–Being walkers with the sun and morning.
We passed their graves:
Winners or losers,Did not care.In the darkThey could not seeWho had gainedThe victory.
I sat there singing her
She said;‘I do not understandThe words’.I said;‘There areNo words’.
Way Down South in Dixie
They hung my black young loverTo a cross roads tree.Way Down South in Dixie(Bruised body high in air)I asked the white Lord JesusWhat was the use of prayer.Way Down South in Dixie(Break the heart of me)Love is a naked shadowOn a gnarled and naked tree.
What happens to a dream deferred?
like a raisin in the sun?Or fester like a sore—And then run?Does it stink like rotten meat?Or crust and sugar over—like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sagslike a heavy load.Or does it explode?