Quaint, Outlandish Heathen Gods Black Men Fashion

What Is Africa To Me: Copper Sun Or Scarlet Sea, Jungle Star Or Jungle Track, Strong Bronzed Men, Or Regal Black Women From Whose Loins I Sprang When The Birds Of Eden Sang?

Quaint, Outlandish Heathen Gods Black Men Fashion Out Of Rods

For We Must Be One Thing Or The Other, An Asset Or A Liability, The Sinew In Your Wing To Help You Soar, Or The Chain To Bind You To Earth.

I Was Reared In The Conservative Atmosphere Of A Methodist Parsonage.

Dame Poverty Gave Me My Name, And Pain Godfathered Me.