What Happens To A Dream Deferred? Does

Harriet Tubman Lived To See The Harvest.

I Am A Negro: Black As The Night Is Black, Black Like The Depths Of My Africa.

Gather Quickly Out Of Darkness All The Songs You Know And Throw Them At The Sun Before They Melt Like Snow.

Let America Be America Again. Let It Be The Dream It Used To Be.

This Morning I Paid Seventy Cents For Two Little Old Dried-up Slivers Of Bacon And One Cockeyed Egg. It Took Me Till Noon To Get My Appetite Back.