#AmericanWriters
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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.
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
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…
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
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…
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
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—
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves