#AmericanWriters
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
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 an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
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
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a