Harlem
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? […]
On Being Brought from AFRICA to AMERICA
’Twas mercy brought me from my pagan land, Taught my benighted soul to understand That there’s a God, that there’s a Saviour too: Once I redemption neither sought nor knew. […]
Letter from Phyllis Wheatley to the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth (1773)
To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth, His Mayesty’s Principal Secretary of State for North-America, Etc. Hail, happy day, when, smiling like the morn, Fair Freedom rose New-England to […]