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they dubbed me
the father of black art
oh and who am i
aaron douglas hearing out the window
looking at you people on the streets of
harlem
those living here those just passing
through
i wonder how many of you out there heard
of this
thing called the harlem renaissance
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yet do i marvel at this
curious thing to make a poet black
and bit him sing
and bit himself
if we must die or let us nobody die
so that our precious blood may not be
shed in vain
then even the monsters we defy shall be
constrained
to honor us though dead
they've taken my blues and god oh they
sing them on broadway
they sing them at the hollywood bowl and
mix them up in symphony so they sound
like me
yep they've taken my blues and gone but
someday
somebody's going to stand up and write
about me and
talk about me and and put on plays about
me
i reckon it would be me yes it will be
me
so i i wrote what happens to a dream
deferred
does it dry up like a raisin in the sun
or fester like a sore and then runs
or maybe it sucks like a heavy load
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shakespeare in harlem i wrote mailbox
for the dead i i wrote the weary blues
i wrote let america be america
again
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