#AmericanWriters
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
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
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.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!