#AmericanWriters
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
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
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
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
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
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
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…
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left