Believing everything she read In the daily news, (No in-between to choose) She thought that only One side won, Not that BOTH Might lose.

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? ... Or does it explode?

One of the great difficulties about being a member of a minority race is that so many kindhearted, well-meaning bores gather around to help.

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!

Anyday, one can walk down the street in a big city and see a thousand people. Any photographer can photograph these people - but very few photographers can make their prints not only reproductions of the people taken, but a comment upon them - or more, a comment upon their lives - or more still, a comment upon the social order that creates these lives.

When peoples care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.

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.