We Negro Writers, Just By Being Black,

As Long As What Is Is-and Georgia Is Georgia-i Will Take Harlem For Mine. At Least, If Trouble Comes, I Will Have My Own Window To Shoot From.

Good Evening, Daddy! Ain't You Heard The Boogie-woogie Rumble Of A Dream Deferred? Trilling The Treble And Twining The Bass Into Midnight Ruffles Of Cat-gut Lace.

Why Should I Want To Be White? I Am A Negro - And Beautiful!

7 X 7 + Love = An Amount Infinitely Above: 7 X 7 - Love.

Reach Up Your Hand... And Take A Star.