I am so tired of waiting. Aren’t you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind? Let us take a knife and cut the world in two — and see wha… - Langston Hughes

They'll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed — I, too, am America.

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor — Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now — For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

What happens to a dream deferred? / Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?