#AmericanWriters
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
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?
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
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 would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think