Misery is when you heard on the radio that the neighborhood you live in is a slum but you always thought it was home.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.
Life is a system of half-truths and lies, Opportunistic, convenient evasion.
My seeking has been to explain and illuminate the Negro condition in America and obliquely that of all human kind.
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.