I was so sick last night I Didn't hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn't know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that Almost made me blind.
Babies and gin and church And women and Sunday All mixed with dimes and Dollars and clean spittoons And house rent to pay.
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly.
Night coming tenderly Black like me.
Brown sugar lassie, Caramel treat, Honey-gold baby Sweet enough to eat. Peach-skinned girlie,
They'll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed— I, too, am America.
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes,
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen when company comes. But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong.
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a crown, Take the Lenox Avenue buses, Taxis, subways, And for your love song tone their rumble down.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?