There Is No Color Line In Art.

My Soul Has Grown Deep Like The Rivers.

Hold Fast To Dreams, For If Dreams Die, Life Is A Broken-winged Bird That Cannot Fly.

Life Is A System Of Half-truths And Lies, Opportunistic, Convenient Evasion.

For My Best Poems Were All Written When I Felt The Worst. When I Was Happy, I Didn't Write Anything.

When Peoples Care For You And Cry For You, They Can Straighten Out Your Soul.