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?

Love is a naked shadow, On a gnarled and naked tree.

Words Like Freedom There are words like Freedom Sweet and wonderful to say. On my heartstrings freedom sings All day everyday. There are words like Liberty That almost make me cry. If you had known what I know You would know why.

To some people Love is given, To others Only Heaven.

I will not take "but" for an answer.

Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro - and beautiful!

It's such a Bore Being always Poor.