#AmericanWriters
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
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
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 —
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
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—
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams