Love, I Find, Is Like Singing. Everybody

I Belong To No Race Nor Time. I Am The Eternal Feminine With Its String Of Beads.

The Present Was An Egg Laid By The Past That Had The Future Inside Its Shell.

And I Can't Die Easy Thinking Maybe The Menfolks White Or Black Is Making A Spit Cup Out Of You. Have Some Sympathy For Me. Put Me Down Easy, Janie, I'm A Cracked Plate.

I Have Been Amazed By The Anglo-saxon's Lack Of Curiosity About The Internal Lives And Emotions Of The Negroes, And For That Matter, Any Non-anglo-saxon Peoples Within Our Borders, Above The Class Of Unskilled Labor.

My Sense Of Humor Will Always Stand In The Way Of My Seeing Myself, My Family, My Race Or My Nation As The Whole Intent Of The Universe.