#AmericanWriters
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
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.
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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 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
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
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.…
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…