#AmericanWriters
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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—
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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…
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
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
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
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
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
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
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,