#AmericanWriters
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
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—
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
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
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
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
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
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams