These feet have walked ten thousand miles working for white folks and another ten thousand keeping up with colored.
To some people Love is given, To others Only Heaven.
I got the Weary Blues And I can't be satisfied.
Go home and write / a page tonight. / And let that page come out of you - / Then, it will be true.
Life dosent frighten me at all.
For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly.