#AmericanWriters
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf—Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair says… new Waldorf—Astoria:
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves