#AmericanWriters
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
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…
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
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
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 play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
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…
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—