#AmericanWriters
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
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…
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
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 live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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,
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a