The Black writer explains pain to those who inflict it.
"The good old days." The only good days are ahead.
It's a poor kind of man that won't fight for his own freedom.
writing is a labor of love and also an act of defiance, a way to light a candle in a gale wind.
Some truth has no nourishment in it.
I am lonesome so regular it's like a job I gotta report to every day.