#AmericanWriters
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
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—
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
Let’s go see Old Abe Sitting in the marble and the moon… Sitting lonely in the marble and t… Quiet for ten thousand centuries,… Quiet for a million, million years…
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 woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,