#AmericanWriters
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
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
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
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…
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
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,
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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…
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…
