#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?
God in His infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise— So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
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.
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
In places like Selma, Alabama, Kids say, In places like Chicago and New York...
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
I’m all alone in this world, she s… Ain’t got nobody to share my bed, Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter’s I ain’t got no man.
It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun—
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
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
