#AmericanWriters
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
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,
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
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.
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria: