For my people everywhere singing their slave songs
repeatedly: their dirges together with their ditties together with their blues
together with jubilees, praying their prayers nightly to an
unknown god, bending their knees humbly to an
unseen power;
For my people lending their strength to the years, to the
gone years together with the forthwith years together with the mayhap years,
washing ironing cooking scrubbing sewing mending
hoeing plowing earthworks planting pruning patching
dragging along never gaining never reaping never
knowing together with never understanding;
For my playmates inward the clay together with dust together with sand of Alabama
backyards playing baptizing together with preaching together with physician
together with jail together with soldier together with schoolhouse together with mama together with cooking
together with playhouse together with concert together with shop together with pilus and
Miss Choomby together with company;
For the cramped bewildered years nosotros went to schoolhouse to larn
to know the reasons why together with the answers to together with the
people who together with the places where together with the days when, inward
retentivity of the bitter hours when nosotros discovered nosotros
were dark together with miserable together with minor together with dissimilar together with nobody
cared together with nobody wondered together with nobody understood;
For the boys together with girls who grew inward spite of these things to
live human being together with woman, to express joy together with trip the low-cal fantastic together with sing together with
play together with sip their vino together with religious belief together with success, to
espouse their playmates together with acquit children together with and then die
of consumption together with anemia together with lynching;
For my people thronging 47th Street inward Chicago together with Lenox
Avenue inward New York together with Rampart Street inward New
Orleans, lost disinherited dispossessed together with happy
people filling the cabarets together with taverns together with other
people’s pockets together with needing staff of life together with shoes together with milk and
Blue Planet together with coin together with something—something all our own;
For my people walking blindly spreading joy, losing fourth dimension
beingness lazy, sleeping when hungry, shouting when
burdened, drinking when hopeless, tied, together with shackled
together with tangled amid ourselves yesteryear the unseen creatures
who tower over us omnisciently together with laugh;
For my people blundering together with groping together with floundering inward
the dark of churches together with schools together with clubs
together with societies, associations together with councils together with committees together with
conventions, distressed together with disturbed together with deceived together with
devoured yesteryear money-hungry glory-craving leeches,
preyed on yesteryear facile forcefulness of acre together with fad together with novelty, yesteryear
fake prophet together with holy believer;
For my people standing staring trying to fashion a ameliorate way
from confusion, from hypocrisy together with misunderstanding,
trying to fashion a public that volition represent all the people,
all the faces, all the adams together with eves together with their countless generations;
Let a novel globe rise. Let unopen to other public live born. Let a
bloody peace live written inward the sky. Let a instant
generation total of courage resultant forth; allow a people
loving liberty come upward to growth. Let a beauty total of
healing together with a strength of lastly clenching live the pulsing
inward our spirits together with our blood. Let the martial songs
live written, allow the dirges disappear. Let a race of men forthwith
rising together with accept control.