#AmericanWriters
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.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
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
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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 ...