Summer Was Made To Give You A

Let The Rain Kiss You. Let The Rain Beat Upon Your Head With Silver Liquid Drops. Let The Rain Sing You A Lullaby.

Politics Can Be The Graveyard Of The Poet. And Only Poetry Can Be His Resurrection.

Why Should I Want To Be White? I Am A Negro - And Beautiful!

But There Are Certain Very Practical Things American Negro Writers Can Do. And Must Do. There's A Song That Says, "the Time Ain't Long." That Song Is Right. Something Has Got To Change In America-and Change Soon. We Must Help That Change To Come.

I Don't Dare Start Thinking In The Morning. I Don't Dare Start Thinking In The Morning. If I Thought Thoughts In Bed, Them Thoughts Would Bust My Head-- So I Don't Dare Start Thinking In The Morning.