I am the American heartbreak- The rock on which Freedom Stumped its toe.

Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.

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

These feet have walked ten thousand miles working for white folks and another ten thousand keeping up with colored.

We younger Negro artists who create now intend to express our individual dark-skinned selves without fear or shame. If white people are pleased, we are glad. If they are not, it doesn't matter. We know we are beautiful. And ugly too. The tom-tom cries and the tom-tom laughs. If colored people are pleased, we are glad. If they are not, it doesn't matter either. We build our temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how, and we stand on top of the mountain, free within ourselves.

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

Frosting Freedom Is just frosting On somebody else's Cake-- And so must be Till we Learn how to Bake.