#AmericanWriters
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
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.…
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
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—
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
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 —
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,