#AmericanWriters
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
You sicken me with lies, With truthful lies. And with your pious faces. And your wide, out—stretched, mock—welcome, Christian hands.
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
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!
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
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…
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
