#AmericanWriters
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…
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.
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
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.…
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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 —
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL