#AmericanWriters
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 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…
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
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
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
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…
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
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,