#AmericanWriters
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
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, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
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,
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.