#AmericanWriters
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
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
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
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 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 live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
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