#AmericanWriters
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
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
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
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 would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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…
