When People Like Me, They Like Me

I Came Into The World Imbued With The Will To Find A Meaning In Things, My Spirit Filled With The Desire To Attain To The Source Of The World, And Then I Found That I Was An Object In The Midst Of Other Objects.

I Want The World To Recognize With Me The Open Door Of Every Consciousness

Every Colonized People-in Other Words, Every People In Whose Soul An Inferiority Complex Has Been Created By The Death And Burial Of Its Local Cultural Originality-finds Itself Face To Face With The Language Of The Civilizing Nation; That Is, With The Culture Of The Mother Country. The Colonized Is Elevated Above His Jungle Status In Proportion To His Adoption Of The Mother Country's Cultural Standards.

I Feel My Soul As Vast As The World, Truly A Soul As Deep As The Deepest Of Rivers; My Chest Has The Power To Expand To Infinity. I Was Made To Give And They Prescribe For Me The Humility Of The Cripple.

In The World Through Which I Travel, I Am Endlessly Creating Myself.