Let America be America, where equality is in the air we breathe.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
Everything there is but lovin' leaves a rust on your old soul
For my best poems were all written when I felt the worst. When I was happy, I didn't write anything.
Misery is when you heard on the radio that the neighborhood you live in is a slum but you always thought it was home.
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night And I love the rain.