My Dream Was I Was Going To

My Mother - My Stepmother, Really, She Herself Have Been What They Call An Elocutionist. And She Was The One Who First Encouraged Me To Write Poetry, Because She Used To Read It To Us. And Then When I Began To Write When I Was Nine Years Old, My First Poem Was Published In The Amsterdam News. I Called It "the Graveyard."

A Trustworthy Marriage Has Weathered Temptation And Anger And Jealousy, Resentment, Self-righteousness And A Little Bit Of Selfishness. When You Get Over And Get Through That, Then Maybe You Can See The Light To Love.

You Have To Learn How To Be Married. You Have To Learn To Love Somebody.

We Both Grew Up In The Atmosphere Of Struggle, Both Ossie And Me, ... I Come Out Of Harlem And Harlem Comes Out Of Me - Wailing Police Sirens And Street Parties, Rumors And Landlords, That Cultural, Spiritual Scene. And Ossie Came Up From The South, Where Struggle And Dying Were Part Of Everyday Life. That Is Who We Are.

That's What Being Young Is All About. You Have The Courage And The Daring To Think That You Can Make A Difference. You're Not Prone To Measure Your Energies In Time. You're Not Likely To Live By Equations.