#AmericanWriters
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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…
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—
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
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
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
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 catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,