Chapter 55 Black person

I am black black as night, As black as my African heartland. I am a slave: Caesar wants me to wash the gates. Washington asked me to shine my boots. I am a worker: The pyramids rise under my hand. I plastered the Woolworth Building. I'm a singer: Hit the sad song that brought Africa all the way to Georgia. I play jazz. I am a victim: The Belgians chopped off my hand in the Congo. Now I'm lynched in Texas. I am black black as night, As black as my African heartland. 1926