#AmericanWriters
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
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…
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
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,
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
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 sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
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