#AmericanWriters
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…
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.
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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.
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
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
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
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…