I Have No More To Say Except

When I'm Sitting In The Church Alone, I Can Hear Singing Of The Old People. I Can Hear Their Singing And I Can Hear Their Praying, And Sometimes I Hum One Of Their Songs.

Only When The Mind Is Free Has The Body A Chance To Be Free. Yes, They Must Believe, They Must Believe. Because I Know What It Means To Be A Slave. I Am A Slave.

I Like The Sound Of People's Voices, And I Think What A Man Says Can Very Well Tell What He's Thinking, Whether He's Lying Or Not.

I Wanted To Be A Writer. I Wanted To Say Something About Home.

The Sharecropper May Lower His Eyes, But Not Because He's Less Of A Man. That's Just A Condition Of Society That Such Things Exist.