Sex Was A Pleasurable Form Of Exercise,

One Day I Realized I Was Living In A Country Where I Was Afraid To Be Black. It Was Only A Country For White People. Not Black. So I Left. I Had Been Suffocating In The United States... A Lot Of Us Left, Not Because We Wanted To Leave, But Because We Couldn't Stand It Anymore... I Felt Liberated In Paris.

Surely The Day Will Come When Color Means Nothing More Than The Skin Tone, When Religion Is Seen Uniquely As A Way To Speak One's Soul; When Birth Places Have The Weight Of A Throw Of The Dice And All Men Are Born Free, When Understanding Breeds Love And Brotherhood.

Beautiful? It's All A Question Of Luck. I Was Born With Good Legs. As For The Rest... Beautiful, No. Amusing, Yes.

I Did Take The Blows [of Life], But I Took Them With My Chin Up, In Dignity, Because I So Profoundly Love And Respect Humanity.

My People Have A Country Of Their Own To Go To If They Choose... Africa... But, This America Belongs To Them Just As Much As It Does To Any Of The White Race... In Some Ways Even More So, Because They Gave The Sweat Of Their Brow And Their Blood In Slavery So That Many Parts Of America Could Become Prosperous And Recognized In The World.