I Am The American Heartbreak-

What Happens To A Dream Deferred? Does It Dry Up Like A Raisin In The Sun? ... Or Does It Explode?

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!"

There's A Certain Amount Of Traveling In A Dream Deferred.

Love Is A Naked Shadow, On A Gnarled And Naked Tree.

My Soul Has Grown Deep Like The Rivers.