#AmericanWriters
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
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.
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
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,
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment