My Last Defense / Is The Present

With Melted Opals For My Milk, Pearl-leaf For My Cracker.

Already I Am No Longer Looked At With Lechery Or Love.

Do Not Desire To Fit In. Desire To Oblige Yourselves To Lead.

I Don't Like The Idea Of The Black Race Being Diluted Out Of Existence. I Like The Idea Of All Of Us Being Here.

Each Body Has Its Art.