Well, When Christ Comes Back This Time,

I Am A Negro: Black As The Night Is Black, Black Like The Depths Of My Africa.

Liberty! Freedom! Democracy! True Anyhow No Matter How Many Liars Use Those Words.

Americans Of Good-will, The Nice Decent Church People, The Well-meaning Liberals, The Good Hearted Souls Who Themselves Wouldn't Lynch Anyone, Must Begin To Realize That They Have To Be More Than Passively Good-hearted, More Than Church Goingly Christian, And Much More Than Word-of-mouth In The Liberalism.

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

Life Is An Egg You Have To Be Patient And Careful With It Or It Will Break.