#Americans #Blacks
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
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,
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Only dumb guys fight. If I wasn’t dumb I wouldn’t be fightin’. I could make six dollars a day On the docks
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right
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
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
I work all day, Said Simple John, Myself a house to buy. I work all day, Said Simple John,
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark
Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak. Don’t you 'member I told you abou… Way last week? Landlord, landlord,
I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver,
I got to leave this town. It’s a lonesome place. Got to leave this town cause It’s a lonesome place. A po’, po’ boy can’t
