Keep Your Hand On The Plow. Hold

Negroes - Sweet And Docile, Meek, Humble, And Kind: Beware The Day - They Change Their Mind.

I Stuck My Head Out The Window This Morning And Spring Kissed Me Bang In The Face.

I Swear To The Lord, I Still Can't See, Why Democracy Means, Everybody But Me.

Hang Yourself, Poet, In Your Own Words. Otherwise, You Are Dead.

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 Are Not, It Doesn't Matter. We Know We Are Beautiful. And Ugly Too. The Tom-tom Cries And The Tom-tom Laughs. If Colored People Are Pleased, We Are Glad. If They Are Not, It Doesn't Matter Either. We Build Our Temples For Tomorrow, Strong As We Know How, And We Stand On Top Of The Mountain, Free Within Ourselves.