The American Negro
With lips as full as the morning sun,
That sing soft spirituals until work is done,
With songs that show the motherland's lost,
He sends praises to the most high at any given cost.
With skin as dark as coal and shoulders weighing a ton,
He watches, with lifeless eyes, the oppressive sunlight dawn.
When the cow bells ring and freedom rides in,
The American Negro will wash away all of his sin.
Call him the American Negro instead of African-American,
Because the hyphenation makes him less of an American man.
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