#AmericanWriters
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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
When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar
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
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.