#AmericanWriters
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
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
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
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…
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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…
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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…
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down