#AmericanWriters
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
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.
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
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…
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 am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
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 —
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people