As A Poet And Writer, I Deeply

We Do Not Deride The Fears Of Prospering White America. A Nation Of Violence And Private Property Has Every Reason To Dread The Violated And The Deprived.

Americans Have Begun To Understand That Trouble Does Not Start Somewhere On The Other Side Of Town. It Seems To Originate Inside The Absolute Middle Of The Homemade Cherry Pie.

In America, The Traditional Routes To Black Identity Have Hardly Been Normal. Suicide (disappearance By Imitation, Or Willed Extinction), Violence (hysterical Religiosity, Crime, Armed Revolt), And Exemplary Moral Courage; None Of These Is Normal.

My Father Was Very Intense, Passionate And Over-the-top. He Was My Hero And My Tyrant.

And If I If I Ever Let Love Go Because The Hatred And The Whisperings Become A Phantom Dictate I O- Bey In Lieu Of Impulse And Realities (the Blossoming Flamingos Of My Wild Mimosa Trees) Then Let Love Freeze Me Out. (from I Must Become A Menace To My Enemies)