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The ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond and jade, Sit silently on their temple shelv… While the people
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I will take you heart. I will take your soul out of your… As though I were God. I will not be satisfied With the touch of your hand
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 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,
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 calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.
I worked for a woman, She wasn’t mean— But she had a twelve—room House to clean. Had to get breakfast,
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered!
Love Is a ripe plum Growing on a purple tree. Taste it once And the spell of its enchantment
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
Being walkers with the dawn and mo… Walkers with the sun and morning, We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness—
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head w… Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the… The rain makes running pools in th…
That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are w… Her bandage hides two festering so… That once perhaps were eyes.
The rent man knocked. He said, Howdy—do? I said, What Can I do for you? He said, You know