I Have Taken An Oath In My

And Why Does It Make You Sad To See How Everything Hangs By Such Thin And Whimsical Threads? Because You’re A Dreamer, An Incredible Dreamer, With A Tiny Spark Hidden Somewhere Inside You Which Cannot Die, Which Even You Cannot Kill Or Quench And Which Tortures You Horribly Because All The Odds Are Against Its Continual Burning. In The Midst Of The Foulest Decay And Putrid Savagery, This Spark Speaks To You Of Beauty, Of Human Warmth And Kindness, Of Goodness, Of Greatness, Of Heroism, Of Martyrdom, And It Speaks To You Of Love.

They Use Force, To Make You Do, What The Deciders, Have Decided You Must Do.

You Don't Have To Teach People How To Be Human. You Have To Teach Them How To Stop Being Inhuman.

I Know That Sometimes People Fake On Each Other Out Of Genuine Motives To Hold Onto The Object Of Their Tenderest Feelings. They See Themselves As So Inadequate That They Feel Forced To Wear A Mask In Order To Continuously Impress The Other. I Do Not Want To "hold" You, I Want You To "stay" Out Of Your Own Need For Me.

Every Time I Embrace A Black Woman I’m Embracing Slavery, And When I Put My Arms Around A White Woman, Well, I’m Hugging Freedom. The White Man Forbade Me To Have The White Woman On Pain Of Death... I Will Not Be Free Until The Day I Can Have A White Woman In My Bed.