I Stay Cool, And Dig

What Happens To A Dream Deferred? Does It Dry Up Like A Raisin In The Sun? Or Fester Like A Sore-- And Then Run? Does It Stink Like Rotten Meat? Or Crust And Sugar Over-- Like A Syrupy Sweet? Maybe It Just Sags Like A Heavy Load. Or Does It Explode?

Like A Welcome Summer Rain, Humor May Suddenly Cleanse And Cool The Earth, The Air And You.

That Justice Is A Blind Goddess Is A Thing To Which We Black Are Wise: Her Bandage Hides Two Festering Sores That Once Perhaps Were Eyes.

Everything There Is But Lovin' Leaves A Rust On Your Old Soul

The Rain Plays A Little Sleep Song On Our Roof At Night And I Love The Rain.