Behold The Heart And Mind Of Angela

In The Process Of Telling The Truth About What You Feel Or What You See, Each Of Us Has To Get In Touch With Himself Or Herself In A Really Deep, Serious Way.

As I Think About Anyone Or Anything -- Whether History Or Literature Or My Father Or Political Organizations Or A Poem Or A Film -- As I Seek To Evaluate The Potentiality, The Life-supportive Commitment And Possibilities Of Anyone Or Any Thing, The Decisive Question Is Always Where Is The Love?

As A Poet And Writer, I Deeply Love And I Deeply Hate Words. I Love The Infinite Evidence And Change And Requirements And Possibilities Of Language.

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)

... The Histories Of Blacks And Jews In Bondage And Out Of Bondage, Have Been Blood Histories Pursued Through Our Kindred Searchings For Self-determination. Let This Blood Be A Stain Of Honor That We Share. Let Us Not Now Become Enemies To Ourselves And To Each Other.