It Is Brave To Be Involved

Nothing Could Stop Mississippi.

The Forties And Fifties Were Years Of High Poet-incense; The Language-flowers Were Thickly Sweet. Those Flowers Whined And Begged White Folks To Pick Them, To Find Them Lovable. Then The '60s: Independent Fire!

We Are Each Other's Harvest; We Are Each Other's Business; We Are Each Other's Magnitude And Bond.

Already I Am No Longer Looked At With Lechery Or Love.

When You Use The Term Minority Or Minorities In Reference To People, You're Telling Them That They're Less Than Somebody Else.