#Americans #Blacks
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
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…
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
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…
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Because my mouth Is wide with laughter And my throat Is deep with song, You do not think
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 would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams