No Man Can Give Me Any Word

I've Always Thought Of Myself As A Reporter.

What I'm Fighting For Now In My Work... For An Expression Relevant To All Manner Of Blacks, Poems I Could Take Into A Tavern, Into The Street, Into The Halls Of A Housing Project.

Even If You Are Not Ready For Day It Cannot Always Be Night.

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

No Man Can Give Me Any Word But Wait.