#AmericanWriters
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 sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
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.…
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
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…
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
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?
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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,
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
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,