Oh, God Of Dust And Rainbows, Help

Blues Had The Pulse Beat Of The People Who Keep On Going.

This Is The Mountain Standing In The Way Of Any True Negro Art In America - This Urge Within The Race Toward Whiteness, The Desire To Pour Racial Individuality Into The Mold Of American Standardization, And To Be As Little Negro And As Much American As Possible.

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.

When Peoples Care For You And Cry For You, They Can Straighten Out Your Soul.

There Is No Color Line In Death. I Swear To The Lord I Still Can't See Why Democracy Means Everybody But Me. O, Yes, I Say It Plain, America Never Was America To Me, And Yet I Swear This Oath - America Will Be! I Am The American Heartbreak- The Rock On Which Freedom Stumped Its Toe.