Well, when Christ comes back this time, I hope He comes back mad His own self. I hope He drives the Jim Crowers out of their high places, every living last one of them from Washington to Texas.

Though you may hear me holler, And you may see me cry-- I'll be dogged, sweet baby, If you gonna see me die.

Rest at pale evening... A tall slim tree... Night coming tenderly Black like me

Let America be America, where equality is in the air we breathe.

I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen when company comes, but I laugh, and eat well, and grow strong.

It has seemed to me that most people are generally good, in every race and in every country where I have been.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.