#AmericanWriters
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
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,
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
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…
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
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
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…