#AmericanWriters
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
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
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—
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
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
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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.
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
