#AmericanWriters
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.
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?
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
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
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right