Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro - and beautiful!
The depression brought everybody down a peg or two. And the Negroes had but few pegs to fall.
Sometimes a crumb falls From the tables of joy, Sometimes a bone Is flung. To some people Love is given, To others Only heaven.
I got the Weary Blues And I can't be satisfied.
For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly.
What happens to a dream deferred?