To Some People Love Is Given, To

These Feet Have Walked Ten Thousand Miles Working For White Folks And Another Ten Thousand Keeping Up With Colored.

But There Are Certain Very Practical Things American Negro Writers Can Do. And Must Do. There's A Song That Says, "the Time Ain't Long." That Song Is Right. Something Has Got To Change In America-and Change Soon. We Must Help That Change To Come.

Rest At Pale Evening... A Tall Slim Tree... Night Coming Tenderly Black Like Me

I Swear To The Lord, I Still Can't See, Why Democracy Means, Everybody But Me.

Good Morning, Daddy! Ain't You Heard The Boogie-woogie Rumble Of A Dream Deferred? • • • • You Think It's A Happy Beat?