But there are certain very practical things American Negro writers can do. And must do. There's a song that says, "the time ain't long." That song is right. Something has got to change in America-and change soon. We must help that change to come.

Folks, I'm telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between.

Negroes - Sweet and docile, Meek, humble, and kind: Beware the day - They change their mind.

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

Life is a big sea full of many fish. I let down my nets and pulled. I'm still pulling.

Good morning, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? Listen closely: You'll hear their feet Beating out and beating out a - You think It's a happy beat? Listen to it closely: Ain't you heard something underneath like a - What did I say? Sure, I'm happy! Take it away! Dream Boogie Hey, pop! Re-bop! Mop! Y-e-a-h!

Frosting Freedom Is just frosting On somebody else's Cake-- And so must be Till we Learn how to Bake.