#AmericanWriters
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
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,
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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.…
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
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…