Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro - and beautiful!

Money and art are far apart.

Cheap little rhymes A cheap little tune Are sometimes as dangerous As a sliver of the moon.

It's such a Bore Being always Poor.

Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.

The first of the month falls every month, too, North or South. And them white folks who sends bills never forgets to send them-the phone bill, the furniture bill, the water bill, the gas bill, insurance, house rent.

Well, when Christ comes back this time, I hope He comes back mad His own self. I hope He drives the Jim Crowers out of their high places, every living last one of them from Washington to Texas.