#AmericanWriters
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
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 live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
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.