#AmericanWriters
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
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
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark