#AmericanWriters
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 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
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 —
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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
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—
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
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,
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
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—
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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