The Past Has Been A Mint Of

A World I Dream Where Black Or White, Whatever Race You Be, Will Share The Bounties Of The Earth And Every Man Is Free.

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.

The Past Has Been A Mint Of Blood And Sorrow. That Must Not Be True Of Tomorrow.

We Younger Negro Artists Who Create Now Intend To Express Our Individual Dark-skinned Selves Without Fear Or Shame. If White People Are Pleased We Are Glad. If They Aren?t It Doesn?t Matter.

What Happens To A Dream Deferred? Does It Dry Up Like A Raisin In The Sun? ... Or Does It Explode?