#AmericanWriters
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
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.…
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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,
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
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
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
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.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored