#AmericanWriters
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
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.
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!