Which author is your favorite?
Tell me where your heart belongs—
Is it the keepers of the folklore,
Or the poets writin’ justice songs?
Every name’s a little mirror,
Every verse a legacy—
Which author is your favorite?
Yeah… that tells your history.
Is it stories by the fireside,
Or poems that beat like a drum?
Griots holdin’ ancient memory,
Or Harlem nights where blues come from?
Maybe you lean toward Hurston,
Catchin’ folklore in the wind,
Or Sterling A. Brown’s deep‑blues truth
Where every tale feels like kin.
Maybe Wheatley lit your fire,
Turnin’ bondage into grace,
Or Langston’s rivers move you
Through a Harlem‑colored space.
Maybe Brooks is who you run to
When the city feels too loud,
Or Maya’s “Rise” reminds you
You were born to stand up proud.
Maybe Baraka’s revolution
Is the beat you can’t ignore,
Or Sanchez and Giovanni
Make you want to fight some more.
Maybe you honor the unknown ones,
The gatherers with no fame,
Or the sorrow‑song survivors
Who kept hope inside the flame.
Maybe you love the modern voices—
Gorman’s light or Shire’s truth,
Or the way Tupac bridged the corners
Where the street still shapes the youth.
Which author is your favorite?
Tell me where your heart belongs—
Is it the keepers of the folklore,
Or the poets writin’ justice songs?
Every name’s a little mirror,
Every verse a legacy—
Which author is your favorite?
Yeah… that tells your history.