#AmericanWriters
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
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—
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
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
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
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 was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed