#AmericanWriters
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
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 am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
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
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