The Hardest Challenge Is To Be Yourself

One Day Anyone Died I Guess (and Noone Stooped To Kiss His Face) Busy Folk Buried Them Side By Side Little By Little And Was By Was

I Spill My Bright Incalculable Soul

You And I Are More Than You And I Because It's We.

To Like An Individual Because He's Black Is Just As Insulting As To Dislike Him Because He Isn't White.

If A Poet Is Anybody, He Is Somebody To Whom Things Made Matter Very Little - Somebody Who Is Obsessed By Making.