#Americans #Blacks
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
Listen! Dear dream of utter aliveness— Touching my body of utter death— Tell me, O quickly! dream of aliv… The flaming source of your bright…
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
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry—go—round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down South where I come from White and colored
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
