#AmericanWriters
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By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
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…
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
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
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
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.…
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—