#AmericanWriters
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—