Mother to Son by Langston Hughes Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in i…

Harlem by Langston Hughes What happens to a dream deferred?       Does it dry up       like a raisin in the sun?      …

Dreams By Langston Hughes Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly.   Hold …