#AmericanWriters
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
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
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
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…
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…
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
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?