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The census man, The day he came round, Wanted my name To put it down. I said, Johnson,
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow… I heard a Negro play. Down on Lenox Avenue the other ni… By the pale dull pallor of an old…
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 still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water
'Me an’ ma baby’s Got two mo’ ways, Two mo’ ways to do de Charleston!… Da, da, Da, da, da!
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
I take my dreams and make of them… and a round fountain with a beauti… And a song with a broken heart and… Do you understand my dreams? Sometimes you say you do,
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
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
I play it cool I dig all jive. That's the reason I stay alive. My motto
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody