Beware The Easy Griefs / That Fool

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.

I Shall Create! If Not A Note, A Hole./if Not An Overture, A Desecration.

I Like The Concentration, The Crush; I Like Working With Language, As Others Like Working With Clay, Or Notes.

With Melted Opals For My Milk, Pearl-leaf For My Cracker.

First Fight. Then Fiddle.