#AmericanWriters
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
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
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…