Let America Be America Again.

Politics Can Be The Graveyard Of The Poet. And Only Poetry Can Be His Resurrection.

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.

Hang Yourself, Poet, In Your Own Words. Otherwise, You Are Dead.

A Dream Deferred Is A Dream Denied.

The First Of The Month Falls Every Month, Too, North Or South. And Them White Folks Who Sends Bills Never Forgets To Send Them-the Phone Bill, The Furniture Bill, The Water Bill, The Gas Bill, Insurance, House Rent.