#AmericanWriters
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
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…
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
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.
I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
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…
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself
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