#AmericanWriters
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
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
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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.
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,