O My Body, Make Of Me Always

When We Revolt It’s Not For A Particular Culture. We Revolt Simply Because, For Many Reasons, We Can No Longer Breathe.

Introducing Someone As A "negro Poet With A University Degree" Or Again, Quite Simply, The Expression, "a Great Black Poet." These Ready-made Phrases, Which Seem In A Common-sense Way To Fill A Need-or Have A Hidden Subtlety, A Permanent Rub.

What I Call Middle-class Society Is Any Society That Becomes Rigidified In Predetermined Forms, Forbidding All Evolution, All Gains, All Progress, All Discovery. I Call Middle-class A Closed Society In Which Life Has No Taste, In Which The Air Is Tainted, In Which Ideas And Men Are Corrupt. And I Think That A Man Who Takes A Stand Against This Death Is In A Sense A Revolutionary.

I, The Man Of Color, Want Only This: That The Tool Never Possess The Man. That The Enslavement Of Man By Man Cease Forever. That Is, Of One By Another. That It Be Possible For Me To Discover And To Love Man, Wherever He May Be.

Zombies, Believe Me, Are More Terrifying Than Colonists.