Where There Is A Woman There Is

Being Alive And Being A Woman Is All I Got, But Being Colored Is A Metaphysical Dilemma I Haven't Conquered Yet.

I Am Gonna Write Poems Til I Die And When I Have Gotten Outta This Body I Am Gonna Hang Round In The Wind And Knock Over Everybody Who Got Their Feet On The Ground.

Somebody/ Anybody Sing A Black Girl's Song Bring Her Out To Know Herself To Know You But Sing Her Rhythms Carin/ Struggle/ Hard Times Sing Her Song Of Life She's Been Dead So Long Closed In Silence So Long She Doesn't Know The Sound Of Her Own Voice Her Infinite Beauty She's Half-notes Scattered Without Rhythm/ No Tune Sing Her Sighs Sing The Song Of Her Possibilities Sing A Righteous Gospel Let Her Be Born Let Her Be Born & Handled Warmly.

I've Never Thought Of Leaving The South, Never.

I Usedta Live In The World Really Be In The World Free & Sweet Talkin Good Mornin & Thank-you & Nice Day Uh Huh I Cant Now I Cant Be Nice To Nobody Nice Is Such A Rip-off Regular Beauty & A Smile In The Street Is Just A Set-up