#AmericanWriters
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
I live on a park bench. You, Park Avenue. Hell of a distance Between us two. I beg a dime for dinner—
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks