#AmericanWriters
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
Down in the bass That steady beat Walking walking walking Like marching feet. Down in the bass
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
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—
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
I was so sick last night I Didn’t hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn’t know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!