#AmericanWriters
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
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 live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
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
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 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
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar