#AmericanWriters
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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 sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de