As Much As I Try, When I

I Was Unique In That I Was A Kind Of Black That White People Could Accept. I Was Their Daydream. I Had The Worst Kind Of Acceptance Because It Was Never For How Great I Was Or What I Contributed. It Was Because Of The Way I Looked.

It's So Nice To Get Flowers While You Can Still Smell The Fragrance.

I Found Out Along The Way That They Like You A Little Imperfect.

I Was Lucky, As Many Of My Generation Was, In Having A Man Like Dr. King In Our Lives. He Came At A Time That We Needed To Take A Long Look At Each Other And See How Similar We Were.

Malcolm X Made Me Very Strong At A Time I Needed To Understand What I Was Angry About. He Had Peace In His Heart. He Exerted A Big Influence On Me.