#AmericanWriters
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
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…
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.