Daybreak In Alabama
When I get to be a composer / I'm gonna write me some music about
Wake
❦
Tell all my mourners
To mourn in red --
Cause there ain't no sense
In my bein' dead.
More poems by Langston Hughes
Oppression
Now dreams / Are not available
The Blues
When the shoe strings break / On both your shoes
Madam And The Phone Bill
You say I O.K.ed / LONG DISTANCE?