#AmericanWriters
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
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
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
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…
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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…