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2 and 2 are 4. 4 and 4 are 8. But what would happen If the last 4 was late? And how would it be
I am God— Without one friend, Alone in my purity World without end. Below me young lovers
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…
By what sends the white kids I ain’t sent: I know I can’t be President.
Big Boy came Carrying a mermaid On his shoulders And the mermaid Had her tail
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
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
I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon lights and make a cr… Take the Lenox Avenue busses, Taxis, subways,
I dream a world where man No other man will scorn, Where love will bless the earth And peace its paths adorn I dream a world where all
From Christ to Ghandi Appears this truth— St. Francis of Assisi Proves it, too: Goodness becomes grandeur
been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done
Tell all my mourners To mourn in red — Cause there ain’t no sense In my bein’ dead.
When Susanna Jones wears red her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumphets, J… When Susanna Jones wears red
Here I sit With my shoes mismated. Lawdy—mercy! I’s frustrated!