Both Of Them Were Very Good And

I Got The Weary Blues And I Can't Be Satisfied.

We Negro Writers, Just By Being Black, Have Been On The Blacklist All Our Lives. Censorship For Us Begins At The Color Line.

Let The Rain Kiss You. Let The Rain Beat Upon Your Head With Silver Liquid Drops. Let The Rain Sing You A Lullaby. The Rain Makes Still Pools On The Sidewalk. The Rain Makes Running Pools In The Gutter. The Rain Plays A Little Sellp-song On Our Roof At Night- And I Love The Rain.

Let America Be America, Where Equality Is In The Air We Breathe.

The Past Has Been A Mint Of Blood And Sorrow. That Must Not Be True Of Tomorrow.