#Americans #Blacks
He glides so swiftly Back into the grass— Gives me the courtesy of road To let me pass, That I am half ashamed
When you turn the corner And you run into yourself Then you know that you have turned All the corners that are left
I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!
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
I catch the pattern Of your silence Before you speak I do not need To hear a word.
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
I sat there singing her Songs in the dark. She said; 'I do not understand The words’.
In an envelope marked: PERSONAL God addressed me a letter. In an envelope marked: PERSONAL
Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is… (America never was America to me.…