#AmericanWriters
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
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
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,
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
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
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.