#AmericanWriters
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
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
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
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed