#Americans #Blacks
When I get to be a composer I’m gonna write me some music abou… Daybreak in Alabama And I’m gonna put the purtiest so… Rising out of the ground like a sw…
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long da… That I had to climb, that I had t… In order that the race might live… Look at my face —dark as the night…
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal… It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up,
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
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…
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da… I built my hut near the Congo and…
And that is what poetry may do, wrap up your dreams, protect and preserve and hold them until maybe they come true. Columbus dreamed of finding a new world, he found it. Edison dreamed ...
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
I am your son, white man! Georgia dusk And the turpentine woods. One of the pillars of the temple f… You are my son!
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,
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.