#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 worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
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—
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark