#AmericanWriters
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
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
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people