#AmericanWriters
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
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…
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
When the old junk man Death Comes to gather up our bodies And toss them into the sack of obl… I wonder if he will find The corpse of a white multi—millio…
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
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…
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
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
