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My name is Johnson— Madam Alberta K. The Madam stands for business. I’m smart that way. I had a
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you— Then, it will be true. I wonder if it’s that simple?
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
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
Harlem Sent him home in a long box— Too dead To know why:
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
The night is beautiful, So the faces of my people. The stars are beautiful, So the eyes of my people. Beautiful, also, is the sun.
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know
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