#AmericanWriters #BlackWriters
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My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
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
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
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…
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…
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
