I Swear To The Lord, I Still

We Negro Writers, Just By Being Black, Have Been On The Blacklist All Our Lives. Censorship For Us Begins At The Color Line.

Let America Be America Again. Let It Be The Dream It Used To Be.

I Am The Darker Brother. They Send Me To Eat In The Kitchen When Company Comes, But I Laugh, And Eat Well, And Grow Strong.

We Younger Negro Artists Who Create Now Intend To Express Our Individual Dark-skinned Selves Without Fear Or Shame. If White People Are Pleased We Are Glad. If They Aren?t It Doesn?t Matter.

Money And Art Are Far Apart.