#AmericanWriters #BlackWriters
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
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 work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
