#AmericanWriters
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…
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
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.
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…