#AmericanWriters
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
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.
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Gather quickly Out of darkness All the songs you know And throw them at the sun Before they melt
The gold moth did not love him So, gorgeous, she flew away. But the gray moth circled the flam… Until the break of day. And then, with wings like a dead d…
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the w… flow of human blood in human veins My soul has grown deep like the ri… I bathed in the Euphrates when da…
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 know I am The Negro Problem Being wined and dined, Answering the usual questions That come to white mind
My old mule, He’s gota grin on his face. He’s been a mule so long He’s forgotten about his race. I’m like that old mule —
My old man’s a white old man And my old mother’s black. If ever I cursed my white old man I take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old mot…