It is the duty of the younger Negro artist . . . to change through the force of his art that old whispering "I want to be white," hidden in the aspirations of his people, to "Why should I want to be white? I am a Negro - and beautiful!"

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

Good morning, Revolution: You're the very best friend I ever had. We gonna pal around together from now on

I swear to the Lord, I still can't see, why Democracy means, everybody but me.

How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water To be so still that way. ~ "Sea Calm

Both of them were very good and kind - the one who went to church and the one who didn't. And no doubt from them I learned to like both Christians and sinners equally well.

I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen when company comes, but I laugh, and eat well, and grow strong.