#AmericanWriters
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 play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
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
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
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 ...
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.