#AmericanWriters
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
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.
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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.
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
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
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
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…