I Think I Have Come To A

And If I If I Ever Let Love Go Because The Hatred And The Whisperings Become A Phantom Dictate I O- Bey In Lieu Of Impulse And Realities (the Blossoming Flamingos Of My Wild Mimosa Trees) Then Let Love Freeze Me Out. (from I Must Become A Menace To My Enemies)

Revolution Always Unfolds Inside An Atmosphere Of Rising Expectations.

The First Function Of Poetry Is To Tell The Truth, To Learn How To Do That, To Find Out What You Really Feel And What You Really Think

To Tell The Truth Is To Become Beautiful.

I Do Believe That The Analogy For Bisexuality Is A Multicultural, Multi-ethnic, Multiracial World View. Bisexuality Follows From Such A Perspective And Leads To It, As Well.