There is no color line in death.

Life dosent frighten me at all.

I am so tired of waiting. Aren’t you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind? Let us take a knife and cut the world in two — and see what worms are eating at the rind.

What happens to a dream deferred?

O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe.

Negroes Sweet and docile, Meek, humble, and kind: Beware the day They change their minds! Wind In the cotton fields, Gentle breeze: Beware the hour It uproots trees!

Go home and write / a page tonight. / And let that page come out of you - / Then, it will be true.

Books -where if people suffered, they suffered in beautiful language, not in monosyllables, as we did in Kansas

Oppression Now dreams Are not available To the dreamers, Nor songs To the singers. In some lands Dark night And cold steel Prevail-- But the dream Will come back, And the song Break Its jail.

American Heartbreak I am the American heartbreak-- The rock on which Freedom Stumped its toe-- The great mistake That Jamestown made Long ago.

Justice That Justice is a blind goddess Is a thing to which we black are wise: Her bandage hides two festering sores That once perhaps were eyes.

I look at my own body With eyes no longer blind— And I see that my own hands can make The world that’s in my mind. Then let us hurry, comrades, The road to find.

Impasse I could tell you If I wanted to, What makes me What I am. But I don't Really want to – And you don't Give a damn.

They rung my bell to ask me. Could I recommend a maid. I said, yes, your momma.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I will not take ‘but’ for an answer.

Well, son, I'll tell you: Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

You see, books had been happening to me.

Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.

Color Wear it Like a banner For the proud-- Not like a shroud. Wear it Like a song Soaring high-- Not moan or cry.

God in his infinite wisdom Did not make me very wise- So when my actions are stupid They hardly take God by surprise.

As I learn from you, I guess you learn From me --- although You're older --- and white And somewhat more free.

For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly.

Because shoes got by devilish ways will burn your feet.

The sea is a desert of waves, A wilderness of water.

Freedom Is a strong seed Planted In a great need. I live here, too. I want freedom Just as you.

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 If one 2 was me? Or if the first 4 was you Divided by 2?

As much as they loved Negroes, Neroes didn't seem to love Michael and Anne.

Of course Covarrubias wasn't a negro, but how he caught the darky spirit!

Of course Covarrubias wasn't a negro, but how he caught the darky spirit!