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Because My Mouth Is Wide With Laughter And My Throat Is Deep With Song, You Do Not Think I Suffer After I Have Held My Pain So Long? Because My Mouth Is Wide With Laughter You Do Not Hear My Inner Cry? Because My Feet Are Gay With Dancing You Do Not Know I Die?

When Peoples Care For You And Cry For You, They Can Straighten Out Your Soul.

I Did Not Believe Political Directives Could Be Successfully Applied To Creative Writing . . . Not To Poetry Or Fiction, Which To Be Valid Had To Express As Truthfully As Possible The Individual Emotions And Reactions Of The Writer.

Blues Had The Pulse Beat Of The People Who Keep On Going.

I Look At My Own Body With Eyes No Longer Blind- And I See That My Own Hands Can Make The World That's In My Mind.