When Poems Stop Talking About The Moon

Life Dosent Frighten Me At All.

One Of The Great Difficulties About Being A Member Of A Minority Race Is That So Many Kindhearted, Well-meaning Bores Gather Around To Help.

Good Evening, Daddy! Ain't You Heard The Boogie-woogie Rumble Of A Dream Deferred? Trilling The Treble And Twining The Bass Into Midnight Ruffles Of Cat-gut Lace.

Good Morning, Revolution: You're The Very Best Friend I Ever Had. We Gonna Pal Around Together From Now On

Because My Mouth Is Wide With Laughter And My Throat Is Deep With Song, You Do Not Think I Suffer After I Have Held My Pain So Long? Because My Mouth Is Wide With Laughter You Do Not Hear My Inner Cry? Because My Feet Are Gay With Dancing You Do Not Know I Die?