Marriage Is No Way Of Life For

I Couldn't Adjust To The Racism In Florida.

I'd Seen My Father. He Was A Poor Man, And I Watched Him Do Astonishing Things.

I Think The Way I Want To Think. I Live The Way I Want To Live.

So I'm Ok With Myself, With History, My Work, Who I Am And Who I Was.

We Suffer Pain, We Hang Tight To Hope, We Nurture Expectations, We Are Plagued Occasionally By Fears, We Are Haunted By Defeats And Unrealized Hopes . . . The Hoplessness Of Which I Speak Is Not Limited.