It's Such A Bore Being Always Poor.

Politics In Any Country In The World Is Dangerous. For The Poet, Politics In Any Country Had Better Be Disguised As Poetry. Politics Can Be The Graveyard Of The Poet. And Only Poetry Can Be His Resurrection.

What Happens To A Dream Deferred? Does It Dry Up Like A Raisin In The Sun? ... Or Does It Explode?

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.

When You Turn The Corner And You Run Into Yourself Then You Know That You Have Turned All The Corners That Are Left.

While Over Alabama Earth These Words Are Gently Spoken: Serve And Hate Will Die Unborn. Love And Chains Are Broken.