#AmericanWriters
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
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…
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.