Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill

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

Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment

Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:

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

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…

My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…

I know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind

When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left

When the shoe strings break On both your shoes And you’re in a hurry— That’s the blues. When you go to buy a candy bar