#AmericanWriters
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
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
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
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
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
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
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…
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.