#AmericanWriters
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
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 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
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
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 know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
