#AmericanWriters
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
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…
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,
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
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
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
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 I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…