Democracy Will Not Come Today, This Year

When Poems Stop Talking About The Moon And Begin To Mention Poverty, Trade Unions, Color, Color Lines And Colonies, Somebody Tells The Police.

Frosting Freedom Is Just Frosting On Somebody Else's Cake-- And So Must Be Till We Learn How To Bake.

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

I Know How To Handle Women Who Act Like Ladies, But My Landlady Ain't No Lady. Sometimes I Even Wish I Was Living With My Wife Again So I Could Have My Own Place And Not Have No Landladies.

Hard As I Try, Daddy-o, I Really Do Not Like Concert Singers. They Are Always Singing In Some Foreign Language.