#Americans #Blacks
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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
Goin’ down the road, Lawd, Goin’ down the road. Down the road, Lawd, Way, way down the road. Got to find somebody
Have you dug the spill Of Sugar Hill? Cast your gims On this sepia thrill: Brown sugar lassie,
Oh, silver tree! Oh, shining rivers of the soul! In a Harlem cabaret Six long—headed jazzers play. A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
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
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—
How quiet It is in this sick room Where on the bed A silent woman lies between two lo… Life and Death,
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
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…
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
Clean the spittoons, boy. Detroit, Chicago, Atlantic City, Palm Beach.
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
