#AmericanWriters
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
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…
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
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
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.…
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 take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
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—
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
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
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed