#AmericanWriters
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
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 —
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
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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…
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
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’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…
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
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
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 sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
