#AmericanWriters
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
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 know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
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…
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
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 name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
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
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 the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper