For Poems Are Like Rainbows; They Escape

Lawrence Has A Wonderful Hill In It, With A University On Top And The First Time I Ran Away From Home, I Ran Up The Hill And Looked Across The World: Kansas Wheat Fields And The Kaw River, And I Wanted To Go Some Place, Too. I Got A Whipping For It.

O, Let My Land Be A Land Where Liberty Is Crowned With No False Patriotic Wreath, But Opportunity Is Real, And Life Is Free, Equality Is In The Air We Breathe.

Life Is For The Living. Death Is For The Dead. Let Life Be Like Music. And Death A Note Unsaid.

Negro Blood Is Sure Powerful, Because Just One Drop Of Black Blood Makes A Colored Man. One Drop--you Are A Negro! . . . Black Is Powerful.

Negroes - Sweet And Docile, Meek, Humble, And Kind: Beware The Day - They Change Their Mind.