#AmericanWriters
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
In the Quarter of the Negroes Where the doors are doors of paper Dust of dingy atoms Blows a scratchy sound. Amorphous jack—o’—Lanterns caper
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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 work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
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
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
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
