#AmericanWriters
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
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?
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
I look at the world From awakening eyes in a black fac… And this is what I see: This fenced—off narrow space Assigned to me.
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
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
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark