#Americans #Blacks
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
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?
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
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—
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
I woke up this mornin’ ’Bout half-past three. All the womens in town Was gathered round me. Sweet gals was a-moanin’,
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
