The Rhythm Of Life Is A Jazz

Why Should I Want To Be White? I Am A Negro - And Beautiful!

Though You May Hear Me Holler, And You May See Me Cry-- I'll Be Dogged, Sweet Baby, If You Gonna See Me Die.

We Negro Writers, Just By Being Black, Have Been On The Blacklist All Our Lives. Censorship For Us Begins At The Color Line.

Melting Pot Harlem-harlem Of Honey And Chocolate And Caramel And Rum And Vinegar And Lemon And Lime And Gall. Dusky Dream Harlem Rumbling Into A Nightmare Tunnel Where The Subway From The Bronx Keeps Right On Downtown.

Teach Us All To Do Right, Lord, Please, And To Get Along Together With That Atom Bomb On This Earth Because I Do Not Want It To Fall On Me-nor Thee-nor Anybody Living. Amen!