#AmericanWriters
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…