What happens to a dream deferred?
chasing dreams poem poetry
What happens to a dream deferred?Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore-- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode?
dreams poetry
Looks like what drives me crazyDon't have no effect on you--But I'm gonna keep on at itTill it drives you crazy, too.
craziness crazy evil poetry
I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.
aspirations determination dreams life
My old man's a white old manAnd my old mother's black. If ever I cursed my white old manI take my curses back. If ever I cursed my black old motherAnd wished she were in hell,I'm sorry for that evil wishAnd now i wish her wellMy old man died in a fine big houseMy Ma died in a shack.I wonder were i'm going to die, Being neither white nor black?
evil house mother question sorry
I've known rivers: I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
ancient deep langston-hughs rivers soul
Sometimes a crumb fallsFrom the tables of joy, Sometimes a boneIs flung. To some peopleLove is given, To othersOnly heaven.
luck
I tire so of hearing people say, Let things take their course. Tomorrow is another day. I do not need my freedom when I'm dead. I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.
people
The night is beautiful, So are the faces of my people.
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.
equality liberty life opportunity wreaths
Negroes - Sweet and docile, Meek, humble, and kind: Beware the day - They change their mind.
change mind
It's not easy to know what is true for you or me at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I'm what I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you.
age
The stars went out and so did the moon. The singer stopped playing and went to bed While the Weary Blues echoed through his head. He slept like a rock or a man that's dead.
beds man
Love is a naked shadow On a gnarled and naked tree.
tso-love
I was so sick last night I Didn't hardly know my mind. So sick last night I Didn't know my mind. I drunk some bad licker that Almost made me blind.
mind