#AmericanWriters
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
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…
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
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
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de