#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
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
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
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
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 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 am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
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…
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
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…