I Asked You, Baby, If You Understood-

Wear It Like A Banner For The Proud? Not Like A Shroud.

I Tire So Of Hearing People Say, Let Things Take Their Course. Tomorrow Is Another Day. I Do Not Need My Freedom When I'm Dead. I Cannot Live On Tomorrow's Bread.

In The Spring Rain, The Pond And The River Become One. Into Every Life Some Rain Must Fall. Usually When Your Car Windows Are Down. It Raineth On The Just And The Unjust Alike, But The Unjust Stealeth The Just's Umbrella Let The Rain Kiss You. Let The Rain Beat Upon Your Head With Silver Liquid Drops. Let The Rain Sing You A Lullaby.

We Younger Negro Artists Who Create Now Intend To Express Our Individual Dark-skinned Selves Without Fear Or Shame. If White People Are Pleased We Are Glad. If They Aren?t It Doesn?t Matter.

As Long As What Is Is-and Georgia Is Georgia-i Will Take Harlem For Mine. At Least, If Trouble Comes, I Will Have My Own Window To Shoot From.