#AmericanWriters
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
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?
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
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!
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
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