“I am a Negro:
Black as the night is black,
Black like the depths of my Africa.
I know I am
The Negro Problem
They lynch me still in Mississippi
When Abe Lincoln,
(So ashamed of being white),
Brushed the boots of Washington –
Hell of a distance
Between us two…
Wondering how things got this way?
I built my hut near Park Avenue and it lulled me to sleep,
But I’m wakin’ up
Solutions to the Problem…
Say, ain’t you afraid?”
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