My Soul Has Grown Deep Like The

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.

Negroes - Sweet And Docile, Meek, Humble, And Kind: Beware The Day - They Change Their Mind.

Good Morning, Daddy! Ain't You Heard The Boogie-woogie Rumble Of A Dream Deferred? Listen Closely: You'll Hear Their Feet Beating Out And Beating Out A - You Think It's A Happy Beat? Listen To It Closely: Ain't You Heard Something Underneath Like A - What Did I Say? Sure, I'm Happy! Take It Away! Dream Boogie Hey, Pop! Re-bop! Mop! Y-e-a-h!

What Happens To A Dream Deferred? Does It Dry Up Like A Raisin In The Sun? ... Or Does It Explode?

Everything There Is But Lovin' Leaves A Rust On Your Old Soul