#AmericanWriters
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
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?
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
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’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
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
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
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…
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
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—
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold