When Younger, I Thought One Of The

Being Black And Poor Is, I Think, Radically Different From Being Anything Else And Poor. Poor, To Most Blacks, Is A State Of Mind. Those Who Accept It Are Poor; Those Who Struggle Are Middle Class.

We Are Strong Enough To Stand Tall Tearlessly, We Are Brave Enough To Bend To Cry, And We Are Sad Enough To Know That We Must Laugh Again.

What's The Difference Between Dragging A Black Man Behind A Truck In Jasper, Texas, And Beating A White Boy To Death In Wyoming Because He's Gay?

And Sometimes I Sit Down At My Typewriter And I Think Not Of Someone Cause There Isn't Anyone To Think About And I Wonder Is It Worth It

Writers ... I Think ... Live On That Fine Line Between Insanity And Genius.