#AmericanWriters
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…
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
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
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.
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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,
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand