We Shall Not Always Plant While Others

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.

The Night Whose Sable Breast Relieves The Stark, White Stars, Is No Less Lovely Being Dark

Lord, Forgive Me If My Need Sometimes Shapes A Human Creed.

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

Quaint, Outlandish Heathen Gods Black Men Fashion Out Of Rods