Poetry Helps My Soul Escape Its Encasement.

It Is Impossible To Struggle For Civil Rights, Equal Rights For Blacks, Without Including Whites. Because Equal Rights, Fair Play, Justice, Are All Like The Air: We All Have It, Or None Of Us Has It. That Is The Truth Of It.

I Am Not Competing With Anyone Other Than Myself. I Want To Be Excellent At Whatever I Do.

When We Cast Our Bread Upon The Waters We Can Presume That Someone Downstream Whose Face We Will Never Know Will Benefit From Our Action, As We Who Are Downstream From Another Will Profit From The Grantor's Gift.

Take A Day To Heal From The Lies You've Told Yourself And The Ones That Have Been Told To You.

Today, The First & Last Of Every Tree/ Speaks To Humankind. Come To Me, Here Beside The River.