#AmericanWriters
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
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.
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
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…
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
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…