#AmericanWriters
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
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.
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
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…
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
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—
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
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 could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...