#AmericanWriters
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…
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
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.
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think