let them play their jazz records

and dance all night if they want to.

so, what do you really want to do?

- I want to be a shepherd.
- really?
- I wanna move up to nashua, get a nice little spread, get some sheep and tend to them.

you are a part time lover

and a full time friend
the monkey on your back is the latest trend
I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else
but you

perhaps it is easy

for those who have never felt the stinging darts of segregation to say 'wait'. but when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate-filled policemen curse, kick and even kill your black brothers and sisters; when you have seen the vast majority of your twenty million negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and speech stammering as you seek to explain to your six-year-old daughter why she can't go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her eyes when she is told that funtown is closed to colored children, and see ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky, and see her beginning to distort her personality by developing an unconscious bitterness toward white people; when you have to concoct an answer for a five-year-old son who is asking:"daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?"; when you take a cross-country drive and find it necessary to sleep in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading "white" and "colored"; when your first name becomes "nigger", your middle name becomes "boy" (however old you are) and your last name becomes "john," and your wife and mother are never given the respected title "mrs."; when you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are a negro, living constantly at tiptoe stance, never quite knowing what to expect next, and are plagued with inner fears and outer resentments; when you are forever fighting a degenerating sense of "nobodiness" - then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait.

there comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over, and men are no longer willing to be plunged into the abyss of despair.