Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept and tread our dreams beneath the jungle sky. Arna Bontemps
Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept and tread our dreams beneath the jungle sky.
How dare anyone, parent, schoolteacher, or merely literary critic, tell me not to act colored. Arna Bontemps
How dare anyone, parent, schoolteacher, or merely literary critic, tell me not to act colored.
Yet would we die as some have done, beating a way for the rising sun. Arna Bontemps
Yet would we die as some have done, beating a way for the rising sun.
Is there something we have forgotten? Some precious thing we have lost, wandering in strange lands? Arna Bontemps
Is there something we have forgotten? Some precious thing we have lost, wandering in strange lands?
