#AmericanWriters
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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.
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?
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto