My Soul Has Grown Deep Like The

I Do Not Want No Pretty Woman. First Thing You Know, You Fall In Love With Her-then You Got To Kill Somebody About Her. She'll Make You So Jealous, You'll Bust!

Humor Is When The Joke's On You But Hits The Other Fellow First -- Before It Boomerangs.

I Look At My Own Body With Eyes No Longer Blind- And I See That My Own Hands Can Make The World That's In My Mind.

Harriet Tubman Lived To See The Harvest.

It Is The Duty Of The Younger Negro Artist . . . To Change Through The Force Of His Art That Old Whispering "i Want To Be White," Hidden In The Aspirations Of His People, To "why Should I Want To Be White? I Am A Negro - And Beautiful!"