#AmericanWriters
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
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
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
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—
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…