I swear to the Lord, I still can't see, Why Democracy means, Everybody but me.
James Langston Hughes (1902 - 1967)
Source: “The Black Man Speaks,” in Jim Crow’s Last Stand, 1943
Contributed by: Zaady
Good morning, daddy! Ain't you heard The boogie-woogie rumble Of a dream deferred? • • • • You think It's a happy beat?
Source: dream boogie, 1951
Humor is laughing at what you haven't got when you ought to have it.
I am a Negro: Black as the night is black, Black like the depths of my Africa.
Source: Negro, 1926
Melting pot Harlem - Harlem of honey and chocolate and caramel and rum and vinegar and lemon and lime and gall . . . where the subway from the Bronx keeps right on downtown.
Source: Freedomways, Summer, 1963
Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
Source: April Rain Song, 1902 – 1967
Never look for a worm in the apple of your eye.
No woman can be handsome by the force of features alone, any more that she can be witty by only the help of speech.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Maybe it just sags Like a heavy load. Or does it explode?
Source: Harlem, 1951
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