#AmericanWriters
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.…
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,
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
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
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
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill