#AmericanWriters
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
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.…
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,
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water