Let America Be America Again. Let It

The First Of The Month Falls Every Month, Too, North Or South. And Them White Folks Who Sends Bills Never Forgets To Send Them-the Phone Bill, The Furniture Bill, The Water Bill, The Gas Bill, Insurance, House Rent.

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. Tomorrow, I'll Be At The Table When Company Comes. Nobody'll Dare Say To Me, "eat In The Kitchen," Then. Besides, They'll See How Beautiful I Am And Be Ashamed-- I, Too, Am America.

I Will Not Take "but" For An Answer.

This Is The Mountain Standing In The Way Of Any True Negro Art In America - This Urge Within The Race Toward Whiteness, The Desire To Pour Racial Individuality Into The Mold Of American Standardization, And To Be As Little Negro And As Much American As Possible.

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