#AmericanWriters
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
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
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?