#AmericanWriters
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
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.…
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
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—
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—
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves