For Poems Are Like Rainbows; They Escape

I Loved My Friend He Went Away From Me There's Nothing More To Say The Poem Ends, Soft As It Began- I Loved My Friend.

When A Man Starts Out To Build A World, He Starts First With Himself

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

America Never Was America To Me And Yet I Swear This Oath - America Will Be!

There Is No Color Line In Death. I Swear To The Lord I Still Can't See Why Democracy Means Everybody But Me. O, Yes, I Say It Plain, America Never Was America To Me, And Yet I Swear This Oath - America Will Be! I Am The American Heartbreak- The Rock On Which Freedom Stumped Its Toe.