#AmericanWriters
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.…
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
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…
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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…
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
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
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that