#AmericanWriters
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
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…
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.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed