#AmericanWriters
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
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
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!
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
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 —
