What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? ... Or does it explode?
Negroes - Sweet and docile, Meek, humble, and kind: Beware the day - They change their mind.
I will not take "but" for an answer.
It's such a Bore Being always Poor.
We Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line.
I got the Weary Blues And I can't be satisfied.
Good evening, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Trilling the treble And twining the bass Into midnight ruffles Of cat-gut lace.
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