Writing Is A Delicious Agony.

Do Not Desire To Fit In. Desire To Oblige Yourselves To Lead.

I Am Interested In Telling My Particular Truth As I Have Seen It.

We Real Cool. We Left School. We Lurk Late. We Strike Straight. We Sing Sin. We Thin Gin. We Jazz June. We Die Soon.

I Who Have Gone The Gamut From An Almost Angry Rejection Of My Dark Skin By Some Of My Brainwashed Brothers And Sisters To A Surprised Queenhood In The New Black Sunam Qualified To Enter At Least The Kindergarten Of New Consciousness Now... I Have Hopes For Myself.

Each Body Has Its Art.