#AmericanWriters
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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.
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,
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
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?
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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.
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.…
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill