#AmericanWriters
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
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…
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
