I Am Sad, Sad As A Circus-lioness.

They Say When Trouble Comes Close Ranks, And So The White People Did.

I Found When I Was A Child That If I Put The Hurt Into Words, It Would Go.

When He Talked His Eyes Went Away From Mine And Then He Forced Himself To Look Straight At Me And He Began To Explain And I Knew That He Felt Very Strange With Me And That He Hated Me, And It Was Funny Sitting There And Talking Like That, Knowing He Hated Me.

I Took The Red Dress Down And Put It Against Myself. 'does It Make Me Look Intemperate And Unchaste?' I Said.

Life If Curious When Reduced To Its Essentials