#AmericanWriters
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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?
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody