#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.…
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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 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
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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 was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
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
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
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
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.
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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
