I'm so tired of waiting, aren't you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind?

Gather up In the arms of your love—Those who expect No love from above.

Looks like what drives me crazy Don't have no effect on you-- But I'm gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy, too.

Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.

How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water To be so still that way. ~ "Sea Calm

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

It is the duty of the younger Negro artist . . . to change through the force of his art that old whispering "I want to be white," hidden in the aspirations of his people, to "Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro - and beautiful!"