#AmericanWriters
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
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
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand