Why Should I Want To Be White?

America Never Was America To Me And Yet I Swear This Oath - America Will Be!

Let America Be America, Where Equality Is In The Air We Breathe.

I Felt Very Bad In Washington. . . I Didn't Like My Job, And I Didn't Know What Was Going To Happen To Me, And I Was Cold And Half-hungry, So I Wrote A Great Many Poems.

Out Of The Rack And Ruin Of Our Gangster Death, The Rape And Rot Of Graft, And Stealth, And Lies, We, The People, Must Redeem The Land, The Mines, The Plants, The Rivers. The Mountains And The Endless Plain-- All, All The Stretch Of These Great Green States-- And Make America Again!

Everything There Is But Lovin' Leaves A Rust On Your Old Soul