Why---And Yet I Know---

why…and yet i know… save those who know the same womb few sing my praise… many wish me low to fill the waiting tomb— outing me as if a fueled blaze … how long will i be their prey… how long will i be slain at will… why must i fear each and every day… why must i fear being today’s prized kill… is it something that unfortunately i lack… or just because i’m young gifted and black… of this tell-tale theme the world and i know ‘cause i remain on the scene you’re being driven insane finding i’m of amaranthine fame… you may kill the dreamer but the dream will not go away it’s impossible to exterminate her new black lives are born each and every day… one thing i know and this i mean— you can kill the dreamer but not the dream.