#AmericanWriters
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
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…
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams