#AmericanWriters
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—
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
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
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
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.
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
