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“something they call the american dream sure we still believe in it i guess an earth man in the tavern said irregardless of the some times night mare facts we always try to double talk our way around and its okay the dreams okay and means whats good could be a damn sight better means every body in the good old u s a should have the chance to get ahead or at least should have three squares a day as for myself i do okay”

Quote by Robert Hayden

Work

Collected Poems

This book is a collection of poems that spans different styles and themes, showcasing the diversity of poetic expression. more

Author

Robert Hayden
Robert Hayden

Robert Hayden was an American poet known for his profound exploration of race and identity. His poetry often reflected the history and culture of the African American community, having a significant impact on contemporary poetry. more

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