A Democratic State Is Not Proven By

As A Poet And Writer, I Deeply Love And I Deeply Hate Words. I Love The Infinite Evidence And Change And Requirements And Possibilities Of Language; Every Human Use Of Words That Is Joyful, Or Honest Or New, Because Experience Is New... But As A Black Poet And Writer, I Hate Words That Cancel My Name And My History And The Freedom Of My Future: I Hate The Words That Condemn And Refuse The Language Of My People In America.

And If I If I Ever Let Love Go Because The Hatred And The Whisperings Become A Phantom Dictate I O- Bey In Lieu Of Impulse And Realities (the Blossoming Flamingos Of My Wild Mimosa Trees) Then Let Love Freeze Me Out. (from I Must Become A Menace To My Enemies)

I Am The History Of The Rejection Of Who I Am

The United States Supreme Court, Once A Reliable If Ultimate Recourse For Progressive And Even Revolutionary Grievances, Has Become A Retrograde Wellspring For Enormous Economic And Social Distress.

My Heart Is Not Peripheral To Me.