Wear it Like a banner For the proud? Not like a shroud.

Life dosent frighten me at all.

One of the great difficulties about being a member of a minority race is that so many kindhearted, well-meaning bores gather around to help.

For my best poems were all written when I felt the worst. When I was happy, I didn't write anything.

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? ... Or does it explode?

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?

The depression brought everybody down a peg or two. And the Negroes had but few pegs to fall.