#AmericanWriters
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…
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
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 I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
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 play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto