#AmericanWriters
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
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
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…
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening
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 play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,