#AmericanWriters
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
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?
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.