#AmericanWriters
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
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 look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.