It's Such A Bore Being Always Poor.

I Tire So Of Hearing People Say, Let Things Take Their Course. Tomorrow Is Another Day. I Do Not Need My Freedom When I'm Dead. I Cannot Live On Tomorrow's Bread.

It Is The Duty Of The Younger Negro Artist . . . To Change Through The Force Of His Art That Old Whispering "i Want To Be White," Hidden In The Aspirations Of His People, To "why Should I Want To Be White? I Am A Negro - And Beautiful!"

Wear It Like A Banner For The Proud? Not Like A Shroud.

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.

An Artist Must Be Free To Choose What He Does, Certainly, But He Must Also Never Be Afraid To Do What He Might Choose.