What Happens To A Dream Deferred?

Summer Was Made To Give You A Taste Of What Hell Is Like. Winter Was Made For Landladies To Charge High Rents And Keep Cold Radiators And Make A Fortune Off Of Poor Tenants.

If You Want To Honor Me, Give Some Young Boy Or Girl Who's Coming Along Trying To Create Arts And Write And Compose And Sing And Act And Paint And Dance And Make Something Out Of The Beauties Of The Negro Race-give That Child Some Help.

I'm So Tired Of Waiting, Aren't You, For The World To Become Good And Beautiful And Kind?

I Will Not Take 'but' For An Answer. Negroes Have Been Looking At Democracy's 'but' Too Long.

I Will Not Take "but" For An Answer.