#AmericanWriters
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams
Good morning, daddy! Ain’t you heard The boogie—woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely:
It would be nice In any case, To someday meet you Face to face Walking down
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay—
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run?
When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. When I was home de Sunshine seemed like gold. Since I come up North de
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
You say I O.K.ed LONG DISTANCE? O.K.ed it when? My goodness, Central That was then!
She, In the dark, Found light Brighter than many ever see. She,
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh,
You and your whole race. Look down upon the town in which y… And be ashamed. Look down upon white folks And upon yourselves
It’s such a Bore Being always Poor.
I would liken you To a night without stars Were it not for your eyes. I would liken you To a sleep without dreams
Remember The days of bondage— And remembering— Do not stand still. Go to the highest hill
When a man starts out with nothing… When a man starts out with his han… Empty, but clean, When a man starts to build a world… He starts first with himself