I Think It Must Be Lonely To

I Who Have Gone The Gamut From An Almost Angry Rejection Of My Dark Skin By Some Of My Brainwashed Brothers And Sisters To A Surprised Queenhood In The New Black Sunam Qualified To Enter At Least The Kindergarten Of New Consciousness Now... I Have Hopes For Myself.

Exhaust The Little Moment. Soon It Dies. And Be It Gash Or Gold It Will Not Come Again In This Identical Guise.

She Was Learning To Love Moments. To Love Moments For Themselves.

We Are Each Other's Magnitude And Bond.

I Like The Concentration, The Crush; I Like Working With Language, As Others Like Working With Clay, Or Notes.