From The Slave Ship To The Citizenship

Warriors Are Poets And Poems And All The Loveliness Here In The Worlds.

I Am Inside Someone Who Hates Me. I Look Out From His Eyes. Smell What Fouled Tunes Come In To His Breath. Love His Wretched Women.

Back Home The Black Women Are All Beautiful

A System That Warehouses People Is Not The Cure For Social Ills

My Responsibility Is To Truth And Beauty.