#AmericanWriters
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
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.…
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
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…
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
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