Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
From Langston Hughes
Perhaps the mission of an artist is to interpret beauty to people - the beauty within themselves.
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
We Negro writers, just by being black, have been on the blacklist all our lives. Censorship for us begins at the color line.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or does it explode?
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 are not, it doesn't matter. We know we are beautiful. And ugly too.
Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
When peoples care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.
It's such a Bore Being always Poor.
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