For My Best Poems Were All Written

Why Should I Want To Be White? I Am A Negro - And Beautiful!

I've Been Scared And Battered. My Hopes The Wind Done Scattered. Snow Has Friz Me, Sun Has Baked Me, Looks Like Between 'em They Done Tried To Make Me Stop Laughin', Stop Lovin', Stop Livin'-- But I Don't Care! I'm Still Here!

It Were Depression, Too. They Cut My Wages Down Once At The Foundry. They Cut My Wages Down Again. Then They Cut My Wages Out, Also The Job.

Life Is A System Of Half-truths And Lies, Opportunistic, Convenient Evasion.

One Of The Great Difficulties About Being A Member Of A Minority Race Is That So Many Kindhearted, Well-meaning Bores Gather Around To Help.