#AmericanWriters
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
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.
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
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
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…
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why: