Books -where If People Suffered, They Suffered

Life For Me Ain't Been No Crystal Stair

I Went Down To The River, I Set Down On The Bank. I Tried To Think But Couldn't, So I Jumped In And Sank.

I'm So Tired Of Waiting, Aren't You, For The World To Become Good And Beautiful And Kind?

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!"

Everything There Is But Lovin' Leaves A Rust On Your Old Soul