#AmericanWriters
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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.
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
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—
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.