#AmericanWriters
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
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.
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 take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
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
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
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
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…